09-14-2018, 07:30 AM
MONROE
MALE — SUNHAVEN — HELION — HARD
Perhaps this was the world telling him that he couldn’t relax. That there was no time for him to actively take a breather because there was always something that was going to happen. Maybe. But that was what he had been trying to do and taking a leisurely stroll through the forest might help that. After all it was quiet there and only the sounds of nature permeated the air around there so why not. Paws flexed against the ground as toes spread to reveal thick webbing meant for seeming. His heavily scarred grey stripped body seemed more relaxed today as he took his walk, allowing for this alone time to ease his mind before he had to get back into the fray. Things are rough that much he knew but he hoped to get everything sorted out. Though his own thoughts are cut short when he heard a sound. A sudden scream that left his ears pulled back against his skull. Turning around he would scent the iron tang of blood in the air and he quickly made his way to the area and what he saw made him still. A large creature tearing into a tiger. His jaw was set firm and frankly he was more angry than anything else. If his capture and torture had taught him anything was that there was no place for fear in this world. He was done being weak and done being afraid. His finned tail lashed back and forth as he shouted at the creature jaggedly. ”Hey, get outta here! Ya don’t belong here!” The smell of Typhoon was on the large reptile like thing and he curled his muzzle slightly. Did they want to make enemies with them?