Post by Shere Khan on May 25, 2019 20:06:07 GMT
(Open to Cursed Thorn members, and any unaffiliated who think they might stumble into Cursed Thorn land! January 2nd)
The jungle was thick and unforgiving to those who were not accustom to the wilds. Those who were not animals, which suited someone like Shere-Khan greatly as he cast a jaded glance to the direction he knew the Black Keep to be located. Despicable two-legged creatures who brought nothing but misfortune everywhere they went upon everything they touched. They'd ruin every bit of work these animals had put into building their own empire soon enough, he was sure of it. So on one paw he was bitter about the Cursed Thorns army as a whole. Animals and humans alike, working together.
But the other opened up power, one he couldn't rightfully advise Scar against taking. They called her Maleficent, he'd seen her only once upon their joining forced and refused to tread into her stone kingdom or that accursed keep. Stubborn, perhaps. He felt wary was a more accurate description though, and mistrustful. Humans never cared about animals, although the horns curving off the witches skull made him question exactly what degree of human she was, she was nothing like the people in the villages he'd tormented before. They all remained standard, no horns or extra appendages. Although they often wielded weapons he'd failed to see any of them baring magical qualities.
Whatever she was though, even Shere-Khan couldn't deny her power and the asset she was to a group of animals like Scars. They could be good, but they were not great. Not like they could be. A slight sneer at his own thoughts as he sighed them off of his mind although he were bored. Khan was never truly free from the inner workings of his mind though, those gears constantly churning and considering all the options. It was well past midnight as he tread over the roots and stones of the jungle, passing near silently through the reeds of the land. The moon high in the sky and only slightly obscured by clouds cast silky rays of what felt like liquid light onto the deep blue landscape around him. In a clearing ahead was a small water hole encased by roots, moss and stone alike.
In its clearing was a figure as well, to which Shere-Khan cocked a brow and set his chin as he straightened up his neck to get a better look at them. Amidst the darkened scenery his eyes were glowing a gentle yellow, although there was nothing gentle about Shere-Khan and the presence he carried.
"Why good evening." he greeted cordially. While polite, and arguably casual, there was something chilling and unsettling about the fluidity of Shere-Khans voice in the night.
The jungle was thick and unforgiving to those who were not accustom to the wilds. Those who were not animals, which suited someone like Shere-Khan greatly as he cast a jaded glance to the direction he knew the Black Keep to be located. Despicable two-legged creatures who brought nothing but misfortune everywhere they went upon everything they touched. They'd ruin every bit of work these animals had put into building their own empire soon enough, he was sure of it. So on one paw he was bitter about the Cursed Thorns army as a whole. Animals and humans alike, working together.
But the other opened up power, one he couldn't rightfully advise Scar against taking. They called her Maleficent, he'd seen her only once upon their joining forced and refused to tread into her stone kingdom or that accursed keep. Stubborn, perhaps. He felt wary was a more accurate description though, and mistrustful. Humans never cared about animals, although the horns curving off the witches skull made him question exactly what degree of human she was, she was nothing like the people in the villages he'd tormented before. They all remained standard, no horns or extra appendages. Although they often wielded weapons he'd failed to see any of them baring magical qualities.
Whatever she was though, even Shere-Khan couldn't deny her power and the asset she was to a group of animals like Scars. They could be good, but they were not great. Not like they could be. A slight sneer at his own thoughts as he sighed them off of his mind although he were bored. Khan was never truly free from the inner workings of his mind though, those gears constantly churning and considering all the options. It was well past midnight as he tread over the roots and stones of the jungle, passing near silently through the reeds of the land. The moon high in the sky and only slightly obscured by clouds cast silky rays of what felt like liquid light onto the deep blue landscape around him. In a clearing ahead was a small water hole encased by roots, moss and stone alike.
In its clearing was a figure as well, to which Shere-Khan cocked a brow and set his chin as he straightened up his neck to get a better look at them. Amidst the darkened scenery his eyes were glowing a gentle yellow, although there was nothing gentle about Shere-Khan and the presence he carried.
"Why good evening." he greeted cordially. While polite, and arguably casual, there was something chilling and unsettling about the fluidity of Shere-Khans voice in the night.