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genessia2013-11-30 12:38 am
stalksindarkness) wrote in genessia2013-11-30 12:38 am
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[This one, walking along the sidewalk on 12th and Juniper, was a young black lion, with the familiar amulet hanging from his teeth and a black and red armored jumpsuit covering his torso. What he remembers before waking up? Raiding a meta research lab owned by the Crey corporation, which was supposed to be a clean operation, at least for the people he was operating with. He remembered leaping and biting into a power armored goon, then catching up with the rest of the team, before a light flashed over them-- Then sleep.
A loong long sleep. Not to say he didn't enjoy a long nap, but he didn't really feel well rested. He had an empty stomach, too woozy to eat anything just yet, and that veiled feeling that nagged him to go home and sleep.
Coupled with that, however, was the fact that he had no idea where he was. That needed to change. He was nervous, and not at all comfortable with the change of scenery. The only thing he looked at in the box was the money and the gem, which he held in his jaws. The information did very little for him, and he decided instead to seek help, but even that what daunting.
He was, perhaps, a bit of a fraidy cat when it came to this sort of thing. He had experienced enough in his short life to expect a monster around every corner, and to know not to trust easily.
So he walks with his ears turned back, checking every alleyway and listening carefully as he weaves between the civilians.]
A loong long sleep. Not to say he didn't enjoy a long nap, but he didn't really feel well rested. He had an empty stomach, too woozy to eat anything just yet, and that veiled feeling that nagged him to go home and sleep.
Coupled with that, however, was the fact that he had no idea where he was. That needed to change. He was nervous, and not at all comfortable with the change of scenery. The only thing he looked at in the box was the money and the gem, which he held in his jaws. The information did very little for him, and he decided instead to seek help, but even that what daunting.
He was, perhaps, a bit of a fraidy cat when it came to this sort of thing. He had experienced enough in his short life to expect a monster around every corner, and to know not to trust easily.
So he walks with his ears turned back, checking every alleyway and listening carefully as he weaves between the civilians.]