THE JAWS OF FATE // joining + intr[o]

[Kydobi]

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HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESS -
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[OOC: a return!! but not quite!! feel free to reply plz ]

  There must be some omniscient being that thoroughly enjoyed the utter irony of this cub's existence. There had to be a being leading him here for their humor.

  There was once a man who desperately tried to escape this place, he wandered here by accident. The man had had no reason to choose the jungle other than it just felt familiar. When he had first arrived the land flourished with different shades of emerald and verdant. Eventually, the land burned and died along with him. He had fallen into this Pitt of tar and misery and couldn't climb out in time. This forsaken place had not only taken his life but his soul.

  Or so it seemed.
 
  There wasn't a purpose to this child's movements but there certainly was a rhythm. The cub wasn't sure where he was or even who. But at least now he knew what to call himself. "Tsekani" or whatever it was they had called him. The boy thought it was a good name, although he only knew one other than the one gifted to him. He also didn't know where he was going again. But something was pulling him towards this area. It wasn't bravery that made him so fearless. It was youthful foolishness. He did not know what danger or pain was. When he experienced this he wasn't ever so sure. In moments such as now he was mildly annoyed that his big paws were stinging with each step. He did not understand that the hot desert sand was rough on his soft baby skin.

It seemed like no one was nearby or so he thought but he didn't mind. This was already an adventure.
 

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[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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another panther, like the skald. he had heard the pants of the animal and had tracked the source to this really young animal. he seemed to grimace with each step, the hot sand obviously being uncomfortable for his thin paw-paws. ah, they'd grow to harden.
"i am jormungand, a skald here." he spoke, honeyed italian accent soothing the air. "who might you be, and what purpose do you have here?"

#psychosocial.