Post by Faustus on Jan 11, 2020 6:01:50 GMT
dawn. sun has cast the sky orange, 36-40F.
it's a marvelous place. the melting remains of snow littered the earth before him, a nostalgic reminder of his homeland. while normally the gruff man's home would have stayed covered in feet of cold material for most of the year, this place had already entered into an early spring with less snow than he'd ever seen. the smell of blossoming prey and foliage was the only scent to hit him, the land oddly barren of the smell of lion whatsoever. never in faustus' lifetime has a land so full of potential gone unclaimed, at least not in his lifetime, and while he has only begun to know this land he has entered, he feels himself drawn to assert his nature over the tundra by claiming it as his. the gargantuan rogue marked along a feasible size of the territory, leaving a biomarker for all to smell and take heed of. with such matters settled, he tears large gouges into a massive tree close to the territory's edge and beckons forth a call of claim. let those who ignore it perish by his hand. with a satisfied huff, he settles to a sit beside the ancient tree, icy steel eyes gleaming with confidence and a vaguely threatening nature.
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