tired of the people | stranger

[pallid-i]

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This territory was much more welcoming than the last, though Cheshā much preferred the rocky wasteland his sect resided in. Something about how everything there was mostly dead comforted him, which sounded edgy, but Cheshā wasn't an edgy person by any means.
He stopped when the Typhoon's scent hit his nostrils and he looked around, seeing no-one around at the border. The horned amur leopard grumbled something under his breath and took a seat, head held high as he waited for someone to notice him.