He couldn't tell at first what time of day it was, a stutter in his beating heart as turmoil swirled around and around in molten eyes. A deep inhale, the bittersweet air invading his stagnet lungs and flushing out all the stale dust. Everything blended together a fuzzy outline that was starting to clear the longer he continued to breath. Muscular pale hide stained with dirt and rust and blood amoung other nameless things that now marked him as a sinner. Trembling softly at the edges, feeling as if it would be better to slip back under the surface.
He braced himself as he rose upwards on stiff limbs, shaking off the remains as he tried to keep himself steady. His stomach lurched violently in protest but thankfully it was empty. The colors were slowly seperating, now he just had to figure out where he was. These were unfimmilar waters and he had no desire to get eaten. One paw in front of the other there you go good job Satchel. At least he still knew who he was, not so far gone that even identity ment nothing. He let out a curt snort as he continued, his gait slowly getting better as he wound his way through the brush. He was very thirsty, tounge sticking to his throat as he swallowed. His head was filled bad static, crackling in and out of his mind and making it impossible to guess where he had come from last. No breadcrumbs left to fallow, he was alone now in this strange place.
Darkness continued before him, glourious orange eyes adjusting as he paused to relive himself. a sharp smell rose up, pungent and rich as it landed on the soil. He was leaving a peice of himself behind, should anyone wish to come looking. He kept going forth, the slight moonlight illuminating his white pelt. It was easier now, everything even the feelings settling in his fickle chest. Why he kept doing this he didn't know, but in the end it must have to add up to something.
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The demon slithered through the caverns with an arched back and low head. Her tail whisked across the stone ground. She had not been so far south before. It was quite the adventure but she missed the north and her Silverback. The woman got in good wit her feline friend. The Snow Leopard chose Canttina as a play toy. The woman loved it. She really did. But, somehow she appeared in the south. A line of caverns. Her nose was moist and tingled from the smell of a male. The demon's mouth watered. Oh how she loved men. A ravaged tongue slithered across her scarred muzzle. She rolled her shoulders and began to trot towards the scent.
As she got close to the source a growl ripped through the air that could shake mountains. The woman tipped and nipped his rear with a soft giggled. She licked her maw again before she let forth a little purr. What brings such a lovely snowball like yourself to me today?
