Post by Zacaria on Feb 4, 2016 17:30:22 GMT -5
Home.. That sounded like a good thing to be in right now. He'd been enjoying his adventures and enjoying exploring the lands that he hadn't gotten to before becoming a member of the Company. So one day, he'd set his mind on it, spoke with those that needed to know, and he went off. It was easy, really. The traveling between safe houses made it all the easier and made sure there was always a safe place for him to go in case he put his nose into the wrong business. Today though, he wound up in none other than the Rayyan Peninsula or what most called it, The Finger. This was home. The savannah grasslands called to him and he wanted to just walk in them, sprawl out in the sunparched dirt or sunsoaked rock and just lay in the glory of nature all around him. But not yet. He was going to go and visit some old friends! He was dressed for the weather, a pair of cotton trousers with a pair of boots on. Shirtless as the sun was beating down on him and the rays of that heated star felt oh-so-good on his sun-kissed skin. Regardless of how warm it was, he knew where he was going, most would normally never go. There were tales of what happened to those who traveled into the Huis Luiperd. Most said you died, but he knew different. Trekking through the grasslands, he was enjoying himself and the weather until he saw it. A lush forest came into view and he couldn't help but put his nose to the air and inhaled the scent. Felines were there.
Slowly, he dropped his pack from his shoulder and soon was unfastening one boot, then the other and placing them with his pack. Following the boots went his pants. Folding them neatly, he placed everything between a formation of rocks that was comprised of three rocks pressed together, which with anyone with the ability to smell scents, would smell his musk on the rock. Naked as the day he was born, the lion walked in the heat, a child of the heat and definitely not one to be confused to be a dweller of a more cryophilic clime. He waltzed towards the edge of the forested area, the scent of feline musk strong in his nose. With a grunt, he began to shift, tawny fur sprouted from muscled frame and his face morphed, elongating a bit in the mouth and nose. His ears melded away as the seemed to slide up top in a more rounded fashion. That light brown hair changed color on his head, turning a deeper shade of red as it thickened and grew along the back of his neck and around his throat. His nose? Flattened and pinkened as he continued walking, muscles taking on a more thick and dense build as soon, he had grown to a much larger frame, over nine feet tall and a killing machine. Zacaria had taken on his warform almost as if he was ready to go to combat when in reality? He was going to go and laze about with the leopards of the area and enjoy himself on a nice little mini-vacation that nobody would bother him on.
Slowly, he dropped his pack from his shoulder and soon was unfastening one boot, then the other and placing them with his pack. Following the boots went his pants. Folding them neatly, he placed everything between a formation of rocks that was comprised of three rocks pressed together, which with anyone with the ability to smell scents, would smell his musk on the rock. Naked as the day he was born, the lion walked in the heat, a child of the heat and definitely not one to be confused to be a dweller of a more cryophilic clime. He waltzed towards the edge of the forested area, the scent of feline musk strong in his nose. With a grunt, he began to shift, tawny fur sprouted from muscled frame and his face morphed, elongating a bit in the mouth and nose. His ears melded away as the seemed to slide up top in a more rounded fashion. That light brown hair changed color on his head, turning a deeper shade of red as it thickened and grew along the back of his neck and around his throat. His nose? Flattened and pinkened as he continued walking, muscles taking on a more thick and dense build as soon, he had grown to a much larger frame, over nine feet tall and a killing machine. Zacaria had taken on his warform almost as if he was ready to go to combat when in reality? He was going to go and laze about with the leopards of the area and enjoy himself on a nice little mini-vacation that nobody would bother him on.