Mm this is with the younger Kai btw Your oc was strolling around town one night and hear low talking in an ally. Then the chuckle of a man. They peeked in and inside the ally were three tall men talking to a younger looking figure Oh the ground was a large lump of looked like fur, and the mane of a lion Blood was pooling on the ground around the body, and the air reaked of death One of the three men grinned at the younger figure The younger guy seemed to be a lion, with light tan fur and a greyish brown mane And two bright green eyes He was wearing a white dress up shirt and black dress pants The tall man wore a clean, jet black tux He had grey-brown hair that was nearly combed to the side and his face was covered in scars He pay the lion's shoulder and handed him some money, the lion trembled The three turned toward the entrance and your oc quickly ducked behind a dumpster or something to avoid being seen They walked out and down the side walk, a bit of time passed before your oc ((cont))

Got up to see what happened When they looked back into the ally, the young lion was crouched down beside the body A bit to the side on the ground, lay a gun and bloody knife Tears ran down the lion's face as he set a paw on the large future's shoulder, his eyes were wide with fear and sorrow He mumbled something down at the body And his clothing was coated in what looked to be the dead lion's bloody Wwyd Kai Dosnt have a ref for this one,, Use an oc If I don't respond I'm dead, afk, or ignoring you May delete your comment

😔 He stated down at the large figure before he sat there and hugged his knees, trembling. His mane lightly blew in the wind and he let out a quiet whimper. He muttered curses to himself, it seemed he was questioning himself over and over, various questions about how he was confused on /why/ he did it or so, how he could be that selfish. More tears ran down his face and he let out quiet sobs, staring down at the lion.

He ran his hands through his mane then put them over his face with a quiet cry of sorrow. He moved his legs and leaned his elbows against them, staring down at him. His ears flickered when he heard her quiet steps, but he simplify ignored them, thinking they were from someone just walking along the sidewalk. He let out a trembling hand and gently ran his hand through the dead lion's mane.

He flinched at her words, despite her quiet tone. He furrowed his brows and muttered, pulling his hand back. "Does it look like it..?" He kept his gaze down on the body, his tail flicked against the ground anxiously.

He grit his teeth and his breathing started to grow heavy again, his voice cracking a few time. "W-what if I told you i-i- I killed my father. J-just for stupid money." He wiped his eyes

He whimpered and balled his fists. "I'm so ****ing stupid. I-" he looked down at the lion with dreadful eyes. "I killed h-him for money."

He furrowed his brows and sneered. "Normal people don't go off and kill their father!" He stood up, growling. Tears ran down his face. "People say you can make up from your mistakes, that it's alright. That it happens. But this- this can't be undone!"

He growled. "He wouldn't want me to do better- he's him!" He ran his hands through his mane, his head throbbing with a headache. "H-he- he would just be mad! Call me ungrateful!" He stared down at Marne, clearly a bit emotionally unstable. "He-" he paused. "Was never proud of me."

he frowned and stared down at the body, his tail flicked against the dirty pavement. His eyes were ever so slightly narrowed and he huffed quietly.