Hello once again audience. Hope you are all doing well. This is just an unfinished prompt that I had originally planned on making headcanon for my rp blog for Fung and Gahri but never felt the urge to finish it. As a result I will submit what I have. Honestly if anyone has the urge to finish this or continue this please do so because I sure do not have the urge. Thank you and have a great day :D


Fung glared at the man before him as he glared back at him. His hands were by his sides but were balled so tightly into fists it seemed like he would rip the scales of the palm of his hands. His teeth grind against each other as he keeps his mouth closed. The crocodile has no words for the man in front of him. What expresses his deeply seeded feelings is the fiery anger that beamed from the crocodile.

"And stay out until you find some sense you loser!" The door slams shut in front of him; the very force of the door's slam sent his helmet flying off his head and onto the dirt floor. He stands there for a moment taking in what had just occurred. As he takes in the mood of his situation, his fists continues to contract into each other. It almost seems he is going to rip the palm of his hands at how tightly he is gripping it.

His heart controls his movements as he forces himself to turn away from "his" household and rushes off down the dirt pathway. Frustration getting the best of him, he kicks his helmet out of the way and it goes tumbling off into the bamboo forest that surrounds the house.

He then stomps his way off away from his house and. So upset, his unkempt anger made him rush right into the bamboo forest instead of following the dirt road that lead to his house. He made his way through the forest ignoring everything he perceived that was getting in his way. He steps on sharp rocks, scraps his body all over from sharp branches, and carelessly stomped his way around.

Fung just as he had taken another step forward when he suddenly trips on a broken bamboo branch and starts tumbling into a downward slope…