A Feral Encounter || Closed RP
Loud noises, people laughing and another day of having to support being confined in the cramped area that these people considered a room. It felt like he was in a cell, contained like animals would in the wild. However, they considered him a vicious beast. A carnivorous, dangerous and exotic hybrid. He couldn't understand what made him so different from them. Apparently, being born with the features of a tabby tiger meant you getting a price tagged to your forehead. Your existence is no more, what you were used to having will be stripped away from you. The blond curled up on his makeshift bed. His ears lay flat against his head as his tail laid flat against the material of the sheets he had. He hated these people, he hated them and he hated the fact at how they gave him a look of possession. Tame him? Not any time soon. He would have taken his nap if it wasn't for the sound of the echoing footsteps. Great.