Pallet Town (Outskirts) | Dusk
He found himself in unfamiliar territory, the Liepard himself slinking through like a shadow. Since being on his own, for the first time since being very young spending time away from his sister, he found the world chaotic and dangerous, but also...peaceful. No words were spoken unless his thoughts forced themselves through his lips and danger was easy to detect from far away when his very essence was quiet.
There was nothing wrong with sounds and speaking and living, but the large cat just found the world exhausting after so long. No one around, no words needing to be spoken, no cars racing by, no meaninglessness. Undead could be loud, but even then it was okay by him because it saved him the trouble of detecting them and he could slip by as nothing but a shadow. Preferably to just slink through the shadows, the older cat had no problems with using invisibility to stay safe, he just thrived off the tranquility of silence. Quiet. Peace.
Before him, the land scented of ash and death. While the fires had gone out a time ago, the crushed soot danced across the grass with the breeze of the sea on the South end of the town. The cat watched the grey, as if it were living, his emerald eyes flickering past it to the town of Pallet. It was not a place he had ever been, but the cat wished he could have as he studied the destruction from afar. A fire was not the only thing to of wrecked the town... The buildings were all destroyed, a number of them burned to the ground, but the ones unlucky enough to be placed closest to the seas were instead smashed, ripped apart by some body that had left long ago.
The beach was no longer a clean drop off, but a violent dip down from where a serpent had come onto land. By the gouges in the dirt alike, it was ot hard to assume they had thrashed violently during their time there. The cat silently hoped they did not return, but with how the water touched the altered beach, he could easily tell that a great amount of time had passed. He would be safe there, and at least the loudness of the creature would alert him to its presence long before being close enough to show a threat.
The cat kept himself in the dappled shadows of the trees, studying the ruined town before daring to step forward. Slowly approaching the nearest building, he studied the ruined side, blasted apart with a collision or something nastier. Beneath the house, though, there was a space between the floor boards and the earth. His eyes flickered with interest, stepping forward as his nose twitched curiously. It could make a good enough place to rest as any.