08-30-2020, 06:39 PM
Ezrakel Tsune
"It's as if he's haunting me, wanting me to break under his maddening presence."
Since his arrival, he was trying to get used to everyone and how they act, even if he didn't get to interact with almost anyone. Argus, he knew somewhat. Caesar and Stryker? Not so much.
He was in the... well, what could be called the reminants of the main camp. He worked quietly, finding a mass of tangled roots with a small ditch dug already underneath it. After setting his pouch by the roots, he started to search for stones, sticks, old drift wood, and other such the like. His paws stumbled a bit as he moved, carrying most things between his neck and his bandana.
Being nearby where Arugs was working, he heard Caesar's remark, and whipped his head around to look at the serval. Something whispered in his ear, only a whisper in the wind. He ignored the whisper, simply flashing his fangs toward the serval before continuing to work on his home.
He didn't stop when he heard Stryker's remark, only huffed a laugh as he scrabbled dirt out of the ditch, widening it to be big enough for when he grew up. Then he laid down stones along the side, using a makeshift water pail to create a sort of paste to stick the stones onto. He stuck stones in four pillars to hold up the top, and started outlining the entrance, which was a cluster of dead bushes that had weaved themselves into an arch. It wasn't a large arch, no. It was large enough for Stryker to fit his head into, but small enough so that his privacy wouldn't be invaded.
After all that, he dragged his pouch into the new home, and stretched, his jaws opening in a yawn.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗