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[align=center]MALE -- 21 MOONS -- BISEXUAL -- SINGLE
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 300px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 8pt;][hr][justify]Yasuo had, for the entirety of his life, been one of a certain resolve. He had never felt the urge to hurt another, unless of course such actions were necessary to protect his family - his tribe, for he had felt no honour in it. Whether it be by prank or simple injury, he wished not to hurt an innocent. Even if they happened to be a human.
He had not understood the two-legs, nor did he ever truly wish to. He felt as if the knowledge they held within there species was plentiful, but destructive to all around. This, of course, led many to believe that evil alone powered mankind. And, while he himself had his doubts about the truth in such matters, he had never had a bad crossing (or any sort of crossing) with a human in his lifetime. He had seen them, of course, but had never been negatively effected in a direct sense by their actions.
Until the bombing.
He had heard Epsilon's warning, and he had gone running to find him. He had been so worried about the landlord that he'd let his paws carry him into the very center of their camp - in the opposite direction of everyone else. His search for the other had burned too much time. He got to hear the humans roll up in their monstrous machines - got to see glimpses of what they had. They looked ready for a war, and the guns just happened to point directly at his home.
What he had done upon seeing them was unknown, but he was currently in his dragon body - of which was rare in its own right - wrapped almost completely in vines. They were, of course, one of his most used strategies when in a battle, so the very idea that he would be covered in such plants was a surprise that could only lean towards the idea of an attempted fight with the humans. But what was more was the blood seeping from beneath them, the burn mark that stretched over half of his face, and the apparent lack of an entire wing.
His unsteady breaths were the only sign that the creature still lived, though it would seem that such a statement would remain a fact much longer. For what reason he had landed on the Stormclan territory was unclear, but one could only hope he was assisted by one of the members before it was too late.
[wounds: burns on his face and a majority of his body, bullet wounds (under the vines), scattered shrapnel, a missing wing, and a broken foreleg.
cheetah body is burned much worse, but that fact is unknown for now.[/fancypost]