So you seem like a nice guy

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His gaze you open, silver optics suddenly gracing the surroundings with his steady self. Chocolate tinted ebony that colored his bodice would shimmer against the crimson and blood red trunks of the forestry. A sigh would escape from his vocals, a gentle yawn following it as he rested upon his left side, optics closing as his jaws expanded to capture as much oxygen as possible, stressing the musculature within his powerful jaws before closing once more into a single, long black maw. Obsidian nose twitch to catch the latest scents surrounding his small area. Though it wasn't the most perfect for napping, the brute tolerated the red branches, twigs, and roots beneath his ribcage. Slender figure stretched out carelessly across the golden floor of the earth.

His dream had been uneventful, though that was nothing unsurprising for his days had grown rather strung together in boredom and repetition as the days folded together like origami, each one the same as the day before it. He was hoping his naps would allow the time to pass, but alas it hardly made a difference. He hadn't seen another of his kind for ages, not since the battle that left him behind with the large cat striped with burnt orange and ebony stripes. A battle lost on default as it were, though he had enjoyed it nonetheless. With those reminiscing thoughts came an energetic stretch of the muscle within his long and lean figure.

Sunlight overtook him as the clouds passing above seemed to part for a moment. Silver optics would roll to a close once more, stretched toes would come back together and limbs would stick straight out from his body. Hackles had risen in mere excitement through stretching his figure. Tired optics would finally open, and his tired mind would push him upwards up to spindling long limbs, stretching far towards the earth. With another hearty stretch he would yawn once again, nostrils flaring to search for the scents about him.