LOCKE
As a human, he always feels the most comfortable on the beach. As a jaguar though? He finds comfort among the trees. He's done a lot of experimenting, a lot of figuring exactly how this new forms. There's always that lingering urge though, no matter how well fed he is, to hunt. To crush something in his jaws. To feel the warm blood pool in his mouth before he devours his prey. It's a strange kind of hunger and today is no different, except that he's finally willing to give into it, a little.
Locke perches on a branch, high up in a tree. He's watching the water below him, trying to figure out exactly what is worth testing his new skills on. Something moves and slitted pupils blow out but alas, just a small bird. He huffs, claws digging into the branch in frustration. Surely there has to be something he can kill around here.
Locke perches on a branch, high up in a tree. He's watching the water below him, trying to figure out exactly what is worth testing his new skills on. Something moves and slitted pupils blow out but alas, just a small bird. He huffs, claws digging into the branch in frustration. Surely there has to be something he can kill around here.
And you got what the whole world wants
So strap that armor tighter on
So strap that armor tighter on
