Some had great vision. Some even had visions about the future, past, and present. Some had no vision, and some had vision that was somewhere in between. Jengo landed in the latter situation. Unfortunately, he was practically blind. All he could really make out was blurred shapes most of the time. If it came close to his face, it would have more definition. However; that was a rarity. Barely anyone wanted to get that close to him. And quite frankly, the cloudy-eyed cheetah would like it to stay that way.
Now more than ever he wished that there was someone that he could trust. There wasn’t a speck on the sand to see below him, and he was quite unsure where to go. ”Blasted eyesight,” he muttered, moving forward and squinting. There was a….figure, of sorts ahead. Not too big. But, as he approached closer, he could tell that it was definitely living, given the rapid erratic movement, going against the wind.
Curious and tail held low, Jengo wandered forward towards the figure, which he now noticed were two different beings, in the sand. One looking much like a pesky lion. The other----well, he wasn’t sure what he was. ”Who are you?” there was a slight aristocratic tone to his voice, like always. A snobbish tone that most turned their noses too. It wasn’t as if he could change it, however. It was just who he was.
His steely gaze watched the two for the time being, disregarding their surroundings.
Chi Sohma
