Jabari's Past: Part Three (LAST PART) Rony, was his name. He was tall, scroungy looking hyena with a ghastly, toothy smile. His dark mottled fur and unkempt hair made it all the more worse. Aailyah only backed up a few paces and swung her visage around, but no one was anywhere to be seen. It had gotten dark, and she shivered with fear as Rony put his gnarled hand on her shoulder gingerly. "Oh Aaliy. I've missed you so." He began, his voice smooth as silk, "It was too bad really. You escaping before I could dispose of you." He bared his teeth in a bit of smile hinted with a sneer. "I see you've got a botherly type figure watching over you hm?" The feline tried to back up even more, but Rony tightened his grip. "Yeah. His name is Jabari.. And he'll kill you if you ever come near me again!" She hissed. "Oh I think not." He growled and with that he pulled out a knife and began to attack. A shrill scream rang out into the empty night. The sound carried over to where Jabari was currently trying to figure
Jabari's Past: Part TwoFor reasons you will find out later on. Jabari's age was changed to 14. It will make sence in just a bit. Thank you. ~Dragon "I tell you to get cloth and you bring back a child?" His mother asked, sounding exasperated. Jabari had brought the, what looked to be only 3 year old cheetah kit into their house. He knew he was gonna get hell for it. But he didn't mind. He was only concerned about the child at this point. "But, Mom! Look at her, she's weak, and covered with blood! What else could I have done." He explained, waving his hands about. Did I mention Jabari likes to talk with his hands? Well, now you know. "And I've told you. They were out of the red cloth that you needed. It won't be here until next week." His mother sighed and sat down beside him and blood stained child, who was currently clinging to Jabari's arm. "I'm just concerned on who's child that is." His mother confessed, "They might be looking for her." "I asked just about everyon
Jabari's Past: Part OneSo. You are probably wondering about the history of the picture I drew of Jabari with that heart scratched onto his chest, and the blood seeping from his mouth and nose.And the caption below must be driving you crazy of whom he may of been talking about.SO, that's why I'm here to explain some of Jabari's past, and it may explain his jumpyness, paranoia, or overall nasty attitude towards others. When Jabari had still lived in Africa, he resided in a small, and I mean, SMALL, town. Most of it contained traders, and various markets, while not too far North layed small houses.The 16 year old feline shot out of his house, as his mother swatted him out with a rag. "Go and get!" She called out. Jabari ran a few paces away and then turned around, running backwards as he shouted to his mother, "Don't worry Mom! I'll get it, I'll get it!" He chuckled and hurried off to the town. As he entered the small, yet, busy town he searched for the vendor who sold fabric, and fabric goods.