Definitely not my traditional type of picture, but I like how it came out, has a very unique appeal to it, so it is what it is. It has a more rugged sketchy appearance, which is in no way bad. Just very different from my normal style for sure.
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[hr][/hr] The earliest light dawn could offer peered over the horizon, the young golden caracal was already up, before his owner was. This was a normal event for the caracal, being up before his owner. This was one of the days he stayed in the city late, and would rent a room out for the night, since he had an early shift right after that. The caracal most of the time, would venture home around dusk with another feline, Alastor. Though also last night, Al was occupied with various things and didn't get to venture home himself either. So the caracal found a place to sleep for the day. These would be days he would like to find Ivory, but she was too busy herself, and he couldn't find her. The caracal had a small set of feline he considered friends, but everyone of them were busy with things of their own, he didn't have any plans, he had trained hard yesterday both with Roy. Roy was a full-on Hunter, so he wasn't even in the city. The caracal pondered a lot on what he would do for his day, but eventually came to a decision. He would head over to the northern docks to try and get the new flag that hung from the pole for the taking. He was aware they weren't allowed to take these flags down, but honouring something his family did, it was a game he did with his brother and sister, Rowen and Calypso. Ironically the caracal also knew a cheetah in the city named Calypso, he's not mentioned this to her, since he wasn't up mention it yet to her. His motive for getting the flag was far more than he could say. He did this as a tribute and honouring to his family, saying that he'll always be their brother, and a son to his parents. It was like a memento that he would continually gather through his life, wherever his life may turn as he matures. Nothing can stop him from hurting from the loss, nothing could stop him from missing them, but honestly, he would not say good-bye to family. He would see them again someday, he believed that with every fiber of his soul. His father was owned by a human as a cub, and his father talked of a man would saved everyone from their wrongs simply by accepting him, the caracal's father believed this, and passed this down to his children and family. The caracal hoped to be able to do the same one day. He jumped down from his perch, sure not to step onto any fabric honings, since his last time didn't go very well. He used some crates to make his way down from the rooftop he slept on, and started to the docks. He would use the outer wall of the city to reach the docks, he's gotten in trouble for it once before, but it was the fastest route, and he got in trouble the first time because he didn't really look like a Hunter then, today he looked more like a Hunter, but still very much like an apprentice, he actually looked more like a tribune, since a number of the tribunes from his first lesson of being the babysitter didn't go that well either, he was the one they sat and flopped all over since most of them were bigger than he was, and there being a dozen to one, he had no chance of not getting cat-piled. He hopped for pike to pike along the wall, getting warmed up to try and get the flag he wanted to get so badly. He made his way all the way down to the docks within a few minutes. He hiked down a set of crates that were almost always there. The morning was rather cold, with some snow lingering on the floor, the arrival of winter was rather sudden, he was with Ivory when it decided to show up, it really was sudden! He padded out onto the docks that lit up to be a really superb view of the ocean, as the sun behind him put a huge shadow behind in front of him, and gave the semi-frozen water a lot of sparkling highlights. He watched it for a few minutes, and then looked straight above himself, to have the flag that hung from the crooked pole waving at him. He gave a competitive grin as he aimed himself towards, and then made a straight up jump with all his might to get to the flag. He fell short, but was very close to it, it slightly being out of reach for his paws. But this was only his first jump, and even then, it was a heck of a jump. For the caracal being about fourteen inches from toes to shoulder, he had enough strength in his hind legs to get himself a solid forty-seven feet from an idle position. The flag pole was sixty-feet high itself. The flag was ten feet in height itself. So the caracal was only a few feet shy of getting it. He attempted this over and over until the sun reached its peak in the sky, it wasn't viewable, but by that time, the caracal was rather worn from continually jumping to get the flag. No one ever ventured onto the dock he was on, aside from an occasional human, that didn't seem to really care that he was going for the flag, to collect it. "You flap another day," the caracal said up to the flag, taking his defeat with pride, "but I'll get you sooner or later," he said as he turned around, and padded off, Ivory might be free by this time of day, so he headed off, in search for her.
