02-05-2020, 04:43 PM
[span style="text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #087F6A;"]Sterling[/span]
Sterling was clueless, but not dense or stupid. He let out a huff at the mention of 'Territory'. Why was everyone in this giant cage so obsessed with their space like that. It's not like they don't share a finite space as it is. Why divide it up so? The notion seemed rather silly to Sterling. "Last time I checked we were all stuck here together. Though..I really haven't found the ends of it yet.." He said trailing off for a moment, his ears twitching just a bit above his head. That moment of deep thought quickly dropped him from his puffed up and fear filled stance. Having lived his entire life up until recently in captivity, being out in the open world was a very foreign concept to him. He was content with enclosures and even tolerated lynx sized cages. "Considering you FLEW down and shouted at me with my back turned, you shouldn't be surprised I was startled. Where did you even get those wings anyhow. You aren't a bird! Wait, do you lay eggs?" His head was tilted with that last question, before turning his attention to Snarl. Goodness so many showed up.
Sterling re-established some of that puffed up fur, the second voice and presence reminding him that he should probably be on edge right this moment. 'Aurum's big'n scary, yeah. Spooks all't newbies.' For a brief moment, Sterling had found an ally. Someone that realizes just how dastardly this sneaky spook of a Lion really was! He decompressed and pointed with his paw at Snarl and glared down Aurum"Ha! See! Even this..." He quickly looked snarl over, "dog thing of unknown origin agrees. Startling people isn't a healthy hobby. You should try music, or collecting things like me, Sterling! Nitwit, don't encourage the competition! But they could hel-. They will make it so there is less to find, what will you do when there is nothing left? But there is so much, I am sure there is enough!" The lynx prattled with himself for a moment before hearing the rather threatening tone come from the female. His gaze settled upon her once more, ears folding back against his head just a bit. 'Tell us where you come from' Boy was that a demand and a half, especially since Sterling himself wasn't all too sure. The folks in the place called Elysium asked him the same thing, to which he hardly had a proper answer then as well. He swallowed before speaking; "I am not entirely sure, if I am being quite truthful.. I remember my caretakers.. they seemed sad.. then I had new caretakers.. they were.." He trailed off, ears flattening firmly against his head as his mind rushed around, trying to make sense of the broken thoughts within. Information his subconscious refused to let him remember properly for the time being. "I just.. woke up here, in a small open cage. No caretakers in sight. When will they be coming back? The people here in this impressive hole aren't all that nice to me." He extended a paw out and gestured towards the human body who's head had rolled away. He turned his head back towards the lion, the slight somber look on his features immediately washed away as his mind filled back up with nonsense that was just waiting to be made a reality through his voice.
'It's in your best interest to answer why you're here, and what your name is.' Why in-fact was he here? Wasn't that a million dollar question. Sterling hardly knew himself the true reason for why he was here, in this strange enclosure of territories and weird creatures. He did know, however, that he was for sure finding tiny treasures. "Digging up shiny things. Pretty objects to look at and share. I'm not sure who I will share them with, but surely they could make someone happy. I dig them up and put them here in my bucket!" The last part came out as a proud proclamation. "One can fit a rather large multitude of treasures within a bucket!" During captivity, his caretakers rather enjoyed the fact that Sterling frequently found and brought them mundane objects, often praising him for such acts. It had turned into something he did on impulse now; the dopamine high from finding something that would surely earn him praise in some fashion or another was a pleasure next to no other! "And as for who I am, I have already said but I shall repeat it for you as to not be rude." He cleared his throat, paw held up daintily in front of his maw during the act. "I am the one and only Sterling, at your service!" Accompanying the introduction was a bit of an awkward bow forward, eyes glinting with a bit of mischief up at the Lion. And then came a third. Really now, he was attracting such an audience at this point. Had they really all come just to see the one and only Sterling in the flesh? How flattering!
'You're gonna wanna get out of that pit, first.' First? But wasn't he the last to show up and speak? Does he expect the one and only Sterling to temporally displace himself? How baffling. "Pit? You mean this very impressive hole? Who dug this hole out anyways? I've seen all manner of strange creatures around, surely one of you is large enough to dig such a magnificent hole. So many little treasures all out in the open within. Stop telling them the secrets! This is their 'territory' [sub]whatever that means[/sub] imbecile, they already know" He shook his fur out once more, a bit more left over dust fell from his pelt as he observed the the Cheetah. "But really, if you insist so much, I guess I can take my searching elsewhere. Even if this is basically the best spot and there is surely more than enough to go around." Surely Sterling wasn't interested in having bad things happen to him. That is why he didn't pick fights and would attempt to be charitable with the trinkets he finds, when he manages to get from point a to point b without losing them all that is. "Where do you all suggest I go then, seeing as each and every one of you seems to be so keen on my existence." This last bit was supposed to of been a bit of sass, but really it was more of a probe for information on any other spots where he could dig up new trinkets. Moving his head down, he grasped the handle of his bucket up into his maw and lifted it up off of the ground. Seems the Lynx was ready to go, so long as all of the questions had now been answered. Though come to think of it, when was someone going to answer his questions? He had so many. Each one completely serious too.
Sterling re-established some of that puffed up fur, the second voice and presence reminding him that he should probably be on edge right this moment. 'Aurum's big'n scary, yeah. Spooks all't newbies.' For a brief moment, Sterling had found an ally. Someone that realizes just how dastardly this sneaky spook of a Lion really was! He decompressed and pointed with his paw at Snarl and glared down Aurum"Ha! See! Even this..." He quickly looked snarl over, "dog thing of unknown origin agrees. Startling people isn't a healthy hobby. You should try music, or collecting things like me, Sterling! Nitwit, don't encourage the competition! But they could hel-. They will make it so there is less to find, what will you do when there is nothing left? But there is so much, I am sure there is enough!" The lynx prattled with himself for a moment before hearing the rather threatening tone come from the female. His gaze settled upon her once more, ears folding back against his head just a bit. 'Tell us where you come from' Boy was that a demand and a half, especially since Sterling himself wasn't all too sure. The folks in the place called Elysium asked him the same thing, to which he hardly had a proper answer then as well. He swallowed before speaking; "I am not entirely sure, if I am being quite truthful.. I remember my caretakers.. they seemed sad.. then I had new caretakers.. they were.." He trailed off, ears flattening firmly against his head as his mind rushed around, trying to make sense of the broken thoughts within. Information his subconscious refused to let him remember properly for the time being. "I just.. woke up here, in a small open cage. No caretakers in sight. When will they be coming back? The people here in this impressive hole aren't all that nice to me." He extended a paw out and gestured towards the human body who's head had rolled away. He turned his head back towards the lion, the slight somber look on his features immediately washed away as his mind filled back up with nonsense that was just waiting to be made a reality through his voice.
'It's in your best interest to answer why you're here, and what your name is.' Why in-fact was he here? Wasn't that a million dollar question. Sterling hardly knew himself the true reason for why he was here, in this strange enclosure of territories and weird creatures. He did know, however, that he was for sure finding tiny treasures. "Digging up shiny things. Pretty objects to look at and share. I'm not sure who I will share them with, but surely they could make someone happy. I dig them up and put them here in my bucket!" The last part came out as a proud proclamation. "One can fit a rather large multitude of treasures within a bucket!" During captivity, his caretakers rather enjoyed the fact that Sterling frequently found and brought them mundane objects, often praising him for such acts. It had turned into something he did on impulse now; the dopamine high from finding something that would surely earn him praise in some fashion or another was a pleasure next to no other! "And as for who I am, I have already said but I shall repeat it for you as to not be rude." He cleared his throat, paw held up daintily in front of his maw during the act. "I am the one and only Sterling, at your service!" Accompanying the introduction was a bit of an awkward bow forward, eyes glinting with a bit of mischief up at the Lion. And then came a third. Really now, he was attracting such an audience at this point. Had they really all come just to see the one and only Sterling in the flesh? How flattering!
'You're gonna wanna get out of that pit, first.' First? But wasn't he the last to show up and speak? Does he expect the one and only Sterling to temporally displace himself? How baffling. "Pit? You mean this very impressive hole? Who dug this hole out anyways? I've seen all manner of strange creatures around, surely one of you is large enough to dig such a magnificent hole. So many little treasures all out in the open within. Stop telling them the secrets! This is their 'territory' [sub]whatever that means[/sub] imbecile, they already know" He shook his fur out once more, a bit more left over dust fell from his pelt as he observed the the Cheetah. "But really, if you insist so much, I guess I can take my searching elsewhere. Even if this is basically the best spot and there is surely more than enough to go around." Surely Sterling wasn't interested in having bad things happen to him. That is why he didn't pick fights and would attempt to be charitable with the trinkets he finds, when he manages to get from point a to point b without losing them all that is. "Where do you all suggest I go then, seeing as each and every one of you seems to be so keen on my existence." This last bit was supposed to of been a bit of sass, but really it was more of a probe for information on any other spots where he could dig up new trinkets. Moving his head down, he grasped the handle of his bucket up into his maw and lifted it up off of the ground. Seems the Lynx was ready to go, so long as all of the questions had now been answered. Though come to think of it, when was someone going to answer his questions? He had so many. Each one completely serious too.
[align=center][span style="text-shadow:1px 1px #087F6A;"]"Do not believe madness to be a curse, mortal. For some, it is the greatest of blessings. A bitter mercy perhaps, but mercy nonetheless."
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