rawr bitch
He slinks along the jungle, more content here than he is in Torchline. He doesn't dare let himself get too far away but the hustle and bustle of the city is always just too much for him. There will likely be an influx of people when Longnight comes and he can taste people preparing for it already.
He's not sure what he's hunting for, just that he is hunting. An excuse to use his claws and fangs for something. To satisfy the predatory urges he's starting to have more often. Except he's about to smack one of the gourds when he hears someone speak, someone familiar. Golden eyes narrow to slits as he looks up at the girl up the tree, across the bridge. He almost hisses before he realizes who it is. He gives her something akin to a meow, or as close to that as a jaguar can make, before he's making his way onto the bridge. The nice thing about having four paws is the balance. Also if push comes to shove, he's got claws.
He's not sure what he's hunting for, just that he is hunting. An excuse to use his claws and fangs for something. To satisfy the predatory urges he's starting to have more often. Except he's about to smack one of the gourds when he hears someone speak, someone familiar. Golden eyes narrow to slits as he looks up at the girl up the tree, across the bridge. He almost hisses before he realizes who it is. He gives her something akin to a meow, or as close to that as a jaguar can make, before he's making his way onto the bridge. The nice thing about having four paws is the balance. Also if push comes to shove, he's got claws.
LOCKE
