A Leopard and A Snake [Invi/Closed]

It had been many a quiet night in Port Royal since Sora's escapades there. Well, as quiet as Port Royal ever got. At the very least, it wasn't any more rowdy than before. Even the Heartless seemed to be attacking less now, which was good since few were equipped to handle them. It was on one of the piers, to the sounds of the ocean crashing against the shore that a portal opened. A portal made of incandescent light, with a silhouette of a figure walking out of it. As the portal closed behind him, the figure's footsteps echoed from the wooden pier. He was a boy, clad in robes and wearing the mask of a leopard over his face. The boy was Gula, former head of the Leopardos Union and he was not here for pleasure. He was here to explore what remained of the World, the remnants of which distressed him greatly. Not that he was showing it on his face. Gula was never one for outward displays of emotion, always serious and rational. It was a trait that seemed to distress his Master. But it didn't matter anymore. He was left behind, along with the other Foretellers and Luxu. It was just Gula and perhaps that was all it would ever be. That was just fine by him. He'd avenge all of the fallen by himself if that's what it was going to take. However, charging in blindly would help no one. Thus, his mission to explore the worlds and find any Keyblade Masters or even Wielders that existed. Not to gather them in another Union, of course, but to see if they were even remotely capable of fighting the Darkness. Gula had a feeling that he would regret finding out the truth.

The Foreteller walked onto dry land, listening to the sounds of the sea and the far-off sounds of revelry. This world seemed to be in perpetual night and yet no one seemed to be asleep. Hmm... a city that never sleeps, eh? Gula decided that he would have to tread carefully. While he held very little fear of any denizens of the world, this world seemed like a perfect place to have Heartless waiting in every shadowy nook and cranny. Gula continued his travels through town, and as he did, he found that the streets were relatively empty. Everyone was either at home or in a bar or some other place of leisure. All that remained on the street were drunkards, the homeless and the occasional officer of the law. Gula hid in the alleyways and shadows whenever he saw someone getting a little too interested in the boy's presence. However, at no point did he find any Heartless. It was a little disappointing, but a relief nonetheless. Gula kept patrolling the streets, making sure to keep out of sight.