"Where did the time go?" Thoko looked around the surroundings, his belongings, himself. It wasn't surprising to see that he had gotten what he wanted, again, but rather surprising that he had decided to sleep out in the middle of the plains, quite out in sight. If someone spotted the black-pelted lion, they might suspect he was dead with the blood that oozed on his pelt. Eying the blood on his pelt, he sighed, taking enough time to groom himself.
The grooming took longer than he thought original. Blood plus pelt didn't mix well, and he hadn't cared to clean himself after he went on his little adventure of collecting. As he finished he looked at the odd assortments he had collected, only picking one- a blue flower- before he turned and kicked all the rest to the dirt.
He had not realized that all the things he collected were rubbish. They were the normal things. Whatever type of mind had intoxicated him, he was hit hard. Whoever he attacked, he didn't put his mind to it.
They were probably dead.
"Time went right out the den," he muttered quietly. He picked up the flower in-between his teeth carefully. This flower was defiantly something that would aid in getting him something else. The blueish greenish colors that mixed into it's swirling petals were quite traumatizing.
Smirking, he turned from his mess and set off in an unknown direction. He wondered who he would run into today, or the next day.
Something about today, however, did seem quite off.
