Post by Storm on Aug 26, 2018 1:12:16 GMT
RAPTOR
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 22 Moons | Heterosexual
Hot sidewalk scorched the pink paw pads of a lanky figure as it wandered aimlessly in the town. The messy white furred tom strode down the path with a bored stare in his ice-sun eyes. He'd grown used to the heat beneath his toes as he dipped past twolegs who paid him no mind. Up ahead Raptor spotted a loose twoleg kit and twitched his whiskers as he leaned into a tight turn. He had no intention of trying to slide past the little terror, he favored cutting through a side alley instead. Stepping into the shadows of the narrow alleyway he passed through a wall of cooler air, but a tidal wave of scents hit him as well. The cat paused momentarily, head tilted as he scanned the dark. His nostrils filled with the remanence of multiple cats and dried blood. Either a turf war among several outsiders was occurring here or there was some kind of gang that frequented this area. A grin crawled across his face, his boredom swept away by the crashing wave he walked through. Ohh how interesting, he coed to himself.
With a flick of his long feathered tail he stepped forward, who would he happen upon today in his travels? Surely no one of upstanding character, someone he could play with a bit without feeling guilty. His own scent of foliage and old blood didn't hold a candle to the metallic stink of bloodied cats that had sat stagnant between the buildings. He padded on silent paws past a dumpster curiously, but grew still again as he reached the end of it. The tom lifted his chin, letting his head sag back so his mixed gaze was up on the lip of the dumpsters lid. "Whatcha' doin'?" he called to whoever was lying in wait from their perch. He was sure he had felt a gaze holding on his ruffled fur. The long talons hidden in his paws itched to unsheathe against the hard concrete as he awaited a response.
TAGS: sabs
Outsider | Rouge | Tom | 22 Moons | Heterosexual
Hot sidewalk scorched the pink paw pads of a lanky figure as it wandered aimlessly in the town. The messy white furred tom strode down the path with a bored stare in his ice-sun eyes. He'd grown used to the heat beneath his toes as he dipped past twolegs who paid him no mind. Up ahead Raptor spotted a loose twoleg kit and twitched his whiskers as he leaned into a tight turn. He had no intention of trying to slide past the little terror, he favored cutting through a side alley instead. Stepping into the shadows of the narrow alleyway he passed through a wall of cooler air, but a tidal wave of scents hit him as well. The cat paused momentarily, head tilted as he scanned the dark. His nostrils filled with the remanence of multiple cats and dried blood. Either a turf war among several outsiders was occurring here or there was some kind of gang that frequented this area. A grin crawled across his face, his boredom swept away by the crashing wave he walked through. Ohh how interesting, he coed to himself.
With a flick of his long feathered tail he stepped forward, who would he happen upon today in his travels? Surely no one of upstanding character, someone he could play with a bit without feeling guilty. His own scent of foliage and old blood didn't hold a candle to the metallic stink of bloodied cats that had sat stagnant between the buildings. He padded on silent paws past a dumpster curiously, but grew still again as he reached the end of it. The tom lifted his chin, letting his head sag back so his mixed gaze was up on the lip of the dumpsters lid. "Whatcha' doin'?" he called to whoever was lying in wait from their perch. He was sure he had felt a gaze holding on his ruffled fur. The long talons hidden in his paws itched to unsheathe against the hard concrete as he awaited a response.
TAGS: sabs
