Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26265601-20180308002220/@comment-26265601-20180318210711

( thanks claw )

The muscular feline silently stared up at the horizon upon a small plateau-like rock that had become the chief's perch. The rising sun illuminated, the savannah, the chilling cold of the night now becoming replaced by the dry, arid heat of daytime. Most tribe members were awakening in the various, rocky, sheltered dens that would make the perimeter of the main camp, ignoring the dense, tall yellow grasses that shrouded their refuge in plain sight. A vulturine guineafowl feather, studded in his ear alongside that of a senegal, erratically waved in the air, it being strangely windy. The expression on the chief's face was simply unreadable. Was it a gaze of longing, was it worry, was it simple pondering? A large paw raised to fiddle with the thin garment around his neck, decorated with colorful oranges and greens in patterns that were automatically the first thing you noticed about him. Ryusei continued to rest, deep in thought.