THE DOG DAYS ARE OVER / founding

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Relatively nearby Amunet sat Vladimir, a three year old mountain lion with a maroon colored bandana over his eyes. Or well, the spot where his eyes would be, if he had any. Back when he was around one, the male didn't make the smartest decisions, he had been reckless, not caring where he went, and in the end he paid the consequences. He trespassed into a land that belonged to territorial rogues, and they surely made sure he learned his lesson of not paying attention as to where he was going. It cost him his sight, he has been living in a world of darkness ever since. For awhile, somehow Vladimir managed to live on his own. It wasn't easy adjusting to this new life, and the Russian realized through the new experiences he made. One for example was from a few weeks ago, when he met Amunet. Amunet had seemed to realize Vladimir's condition, and after the two began to get to know each other just a bit, she seemed determined to almost look out for him. He really didn't want to feel like he was a burden, but he could appreciate her guidance. He wouldn't have ended up in this apparent marsh territory without her.

The cougar's ears pricked up at the sudden new voice, that belonged to the poltergeist named Beck. Vladimir had followed Amunet along to the crowd from earlier, glancing over at the jaguar as she made comments of her own. He couldn't see this Beck guy, though he could hear well with his slightly heightened hearing, thanks to his loss of sight. Beck sounded suspicious but also very intriguing. At least Beck decided to speak up about forming a group, especially with these 'clans' forming around lately. Vladimir knew he would not step up to the plate like this- as after all, who would let a blind guy lead? "Sirrr, who arrre you anyvays? If ve arrre forrrming grrroup, I vould like to know who you arrre." The blind cougar spoke up with his thick, Russian accent, looking to where he believed Beck was.