castle of glass xx (hyza)

This place was strange. So many trees, so much green. He didn't like it, not one bit. How could anyone find their way around in this place? Hyza paused on a fallen tree trunk, at least he thought it was a tree, though he'd never seen so much green crawling it's way up the bark. He felt sorry for the thing, seeing it as the carcases of old kills left to the pests of the world. Vaguely, he wondered if the slick fur of green had caused the great tree's demise, but it didn't matter. What was done, was done, and this tree was definitely done.

There was one good thing about this place, though. The lion was quickly finding out that it was quite a bit cooler than what he was used to. For that, Hyza was grateful. The African sun was harsh, even in the shade. Here it was nothing but shade. That was disconcerting even in it's gift. He was used to using the sun to navigate by. More and more, Hyza found himself getting lost and traveling around in circles. At first, it had made him angry. Then he just didn't care. One place was as good as the next, and as long as he had a place to lay down when he wanted, food to hunt, and and a bit of water, life was good.

He still wondered occasionally how he had turned black; why his tail was thick and heavy. The changes had given him quite a start when he'd first seen himself after waking up in this strange place. One minute he'd been laying in the shade of some brush, watching the two legged in the bellies of their rumbling beasts, the next he felt a sting in his side. Then everything went fuzzy until he woke up here.

Perhaps he should count his blessings. At least there seemed to be no short supply of food in this place.

Speaking of which... Hyza lifted his head and scented the breeze. There was an interesting smell there, something he hadn't encountered before. His stomach protested it's emptiness, and Hyza blew his breath out of his nose. It had been a few days since he'd eaten. Perhaps that smell belonged to something edible. Only one way to find out, and that was to go look.

So he stood, took the time to stretch, and then began to make his way through the forest. It wasn't particularly hard to track the scent; whatever it belonged to was making no effort to hide. Then again, neither was he. He wasn't to the point where he particularly needed to eat, fr now it was luxury and curiosity. The lion was making plenty of noise as he bulldozed through the underbrush, until he finally found a small clearing.

Narrowing his eyes, Hyza tracked the movement on the other side. Some sort of canine, it looked like. Not food then. Oh, well. He did the feline impression of a shoulder shrug as he sat back and wrapped his tail along his haunches. A deformed hyena, perhaps?

ooc ://: Short post is short. Sorry, no table yet. <3