Come At Me, Bro!
05-22-2015, 06:15 PM
Zell counted his steps as he made his way once again, across the lands. From North to West to here. He was having a jolly grand time! This time though, he was itching to let loose some of his energy. He hadn't really sparred in quite some time, and so he'd seek out a place to stretch his claws and whet his fangs. What better way to do it then at the place that reeked of grit and failure? Shaking out his sleek fur, Zell sought out a good starting point. A boulder not too big, but not too small on which he could perch. He was itching to use muscles that hadn't been properly used in a couple months, and he knew that this would do him some good. He held bitter resentment about his past, and slowly that would begin to creep up on him.
He was alone. Hell, everyone was at one point or another, but he felt truly alone. Zell had always been in a tribe. With his family. His old customs and things he had been taught seemed to be much different then some of the creatures he had met here, but still. He missed it all, despite the harshness of his Tribe. But it was as they said, to toughen up their warriors and to never back down in the face of whatever came your way. And so he never did back down. He would fight anything, be it a wolf or a cat or a shark. He had the teeth, he had the claws, and so long as he had those he would always fight. A low growl passed his jowls, and he'd huff the last bit of air in exasperation. Hopefully, someone would come by soon. And perhaps even sooner, when he sent out a short call. He rested upon the boulder, forelegs crossed and his tail swept up beside him. Flat on his belly, and then he'd tilt his head back to let out a call. Someone...anyone. To spar with.
He was alone. Hell, everyone was at one point or another, but he felt truly alone. Zell had always been in a tribe. With his family. His old customs and things he had been taught seemed to be much different then some of the creatures he had met here, but still. He missed it all, despite the harshness of his Tribe. But it was as they said, to toughen up their warriors and to never back down in the face of whatever came your way. And so he never did back down. He would fight anything, be it a wolf or a cat or a shark. He had the teeth, he had the claws, and so long as he had those he would always fight. A low growl passed his jowls, and he'd huff the last bit of air in exasperation. Hopefully, someone would come by soon. And perhaps even sooner, when he sent out a short call. He rested upon the boulder, forelegs crossed and his tail swept up beside him. Flat on his belly, and then he'd tilt his head back to let out a call. Someone...anyone. To spar with.
