Thread: The Tribe [T-Virus and Seraph]

The sun shone down onto the dense and green jungle of South Africa. There was a humid feeling to the place, the air was even warm to breath in. The sound of the jungle was simply beautiful. The sound of a waterfall echoing though the vast lands. Birds singing. Insects chirping. Animals calling out and communication. It was simply alive. There was no part of the jungle that didn't have something moving or going on. In the middle of the jungle, there was a beautiful, breath-taking waterfall and pool. The water was so crisp and clean, the bottom of the deep pool could be seen. There were no fish or any life in this pool, just pants at the bottom. Around the pool, there were cloud grey stones, warm to touch because of the sun. At the back of the pool, was the gentle stream of water, falling down from an edge 10 meters up. Although the water was falling from a tall hight, it entered the water effortlessly and barely caused rippling in the water. There was no movement in the pool, until there was something in the water. It was alive. Slowly surfacing, there was a young man. On a quick look, he did look like a normal human, however, he wasn't normal. It was one of the tribal Neko members. Coming out of the water, his long, black hair gracefully fell onto his back, his body was covered in black tribal tattoos. They weren't normal for the tribe, they symbolized that he was the leader of the pack. The neko's name was Alinthea Yoh. He was a very calm and conserved leader, but also aggressive and strong when he needed to be. As he stood in the water, he moved his hands out into the water, moving back and forth, keeping him a float in the water. Moving forward, his black hair trailed behind. Moving to the edge of the pool, he placed his hands on the rocks in front of him. His hands were like humans, except his fingers were claw like, with hard and sharp nails. Pulling himself out of the water, he stood up and stretched. As he got up, a long tail whipped out of the water it was black as well. Falling limp, it nearly touched the ground, only a few inches off the floor. His feet were like normal humans, once more, but with similar claws, but a little less sharp and possibly dangerous. His torso was covered in these leader tattoos. They were wrapped around his body, in different twists and turns, traveling all the way down to his stomach and twisting down his legs. His body was at his peek, physical condition. This shoulders were built strong and he was very intimidating. Standing naked in front of the pool, he let the sun dry his body of the excess water all over his torso. Starting there for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and listened. His triangle ears on top of his head, twitched gently, listening to the jungle around him. His sense of hearing was impeccable. Listening to see if anything was different in sound, if something didn't make sense. He always did this, a few times a day. This was his jungle, he knew it someone was there that shouldn't be. Standing tall, he listened as something didn't feel right. Moving to the right, he looked directly in front of him, through the gaps in the trees and plants. He couldn't see anything, but he knew something wasn't right. He walked towards one of the trees over looking the pool. He stood there for a few more seconds, before jumping onto the trunk and running up it. His claws easily gripping into the bark and pulling himself up and standing on one of the branches, he looked over the land. His black, cat like eyes scanning the jungle. He saw some movement and stood there, watching the stranger.