King of the Jungle

Kgosi had, unlike so many others, come to terms with his gift of immortality. While most saw the pain one could suffer from consistent loss of loved ones, he liked to look at the bigger picture. After 5000 years, such a mindset was one that was easy to adjust to, and he used his gift to do all he could to make the world a safer, better place for all species. In order to accomplish such a goal, he needed time, and he realized that if he didn't have eternity, his goal was one he would have abandoned long ago. Starting something important and then handing off to someone else - who could damn well fail - was a fate worse than death, in his eyes. So, for Kgosi, no matter how many loved ones he lost, it was never greater than the failure that came with the territory of mortality.

On nights with a full moon, Kgosi had habits of spending them running. He had no goal, no destination, he just enjoyed the feel of the wind as he dashed across the land at speeds unmatched by anyone, mortal or not. The transformation was always one he'd known to be painful, but after so long of dealing with it, one would become reasonably aaccustomed to it. More than that, though, Kgosi enjoyed it - he was given his abilities, this transformation included, as a gift from the "gods" of old, so when he was forced into it, he rejoiced. Being the man he was, nights like these were blessings, days of rest, and he treated them as such.

It was late, and Kgosi somehow found himself outside of the city, though this wasn't particularly surprising. He was just running, of course, and as a cheetah he cleared ground relatively quickly. Eventually, he came to a forest, one that he frequented. It was like his second home, and he was delighted to be there once again. Eagerly, he'd dash through every path he knew and search for those he didn't. By now, he'd had the whole place almost entirely mapped out, so the searching was more of a formality and a habit than anything else. After a long session of running, Kgosi retreated to his favorite spot in the forest. Much to his surprise, however, there was someone else already there... Someone he didn't know.

"Well, hello there," The original cheetah spoke to what he presumed to be another werecat. He waited for a moment to gauge whether or not this stranger was hostile, but if there were no signs of aggression he would lay down and bathe in the moon next to them.

"Kgosi is what they call me," he replied only a moment after laying down. He watched the girl curiously as she approached him, though her lack of ill will was taken into note. We're he in his human state, he'd have a smile upon his face. "Who might you be?" As the lion came closer and took his scent, he too took hers. There was a vague familiarity about it, one that he recognized only because something about it reminded him of himself.

Kgosi rolled over to the side after he took in her scent, standing up once more. He stepped up to her, retaining a respectful distance but still very evidently observing her. Part of him just wanted to let loose and race around with a stranger, and he was silently hoping this lion had something similar in mind. This was, after all, a chance to unwind that he desperately needed.