02-27-2017, 06:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2017, 06:16 AM by CIRCUSCLOWN!.)
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Circusclown had been nearing the borders, when the tiny wail managed to reach his ears. As they swerved toward the sound, his eye nervously darted around. He honestly was a little frightened to know what it was, but he supposed he had to find out. If he didn't know what had made the sound he'd probably be tense the rest of the day. So slowly approaching, he smelled the faint scent of a car which made his nose scrunch up in distaste. Trying to sniff past that as he continued in the direction of the wail, he eventually came to a stop when he saw the small form of a snow leopard cub.
Crouching low on the ground, he'd cautiously approach softening his steps as to not scare him. "Hey little guy. Was that you?" He'd murmur, his voice low and missing a small amount of it's raspiness. Regardless of whether the cub had been or not, he was definitely not going to leave him out here. He was trying his best to seem less threatening, though it was a bit hard with the scar covering a portion of his face. His often hard blue eye was softened the second he had laid it on the snow leopard cub. The poor thing - he didn't know whether he was lost or just abandoned, but he sympathized for him. It wasn't something he did often, though young children were the sort of things that tugged at his heartstrings. It was his soft spot, which might be considered unfortunate because he could never expect to hurt one. Even now, the anxious thought he might be attacked still dwindled on his mind. But as of now, he was mostly fixated on the tiny one.
Crouching low on the ground, he'd cautiously approach softening his steps as to not scare him. "Hey little guy. Was that you?" He'd murmur, his voice low and missing a small amount of it's raspiness. Regardless of whether the cub had been or not, he was definitely not going to leave him out here. He was trying his best to seem less threatening, though it was a bit hard with the scar covering a portion of his face. His often hard blue eye was softened the second he had laid it on the snow leopard cub. The poor thing - he didn't know whether he was lost or just abandoned, but he sympathized for him. It wasn't something he did often, though young children were the sort of things that tugged at his heartstrings. It was his soft spot, which might be considered unfortunate because he could never expect to hurt one. Even now, the anxious thought he might be attacked still dwindled on his mind. But as of now, he was mostly fixated on the tiny one.
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oh who would ever want to be king