Lorenzo walked silently through the sewers with his head bowed down, his chin to his chest. The only audible noise around him was the frequent dripping of filth and the soft splashes he made while walking through shallow puddle that gleamed with a green sheen. The smells witch where best compared to rotting meat, the walls where covered in a thick slime and moss grew everywhere. The water below his feel felt like a slime with bits of chunks here and there, and everything was dim, too dark for the average human. All of this would of made the common person gag on an instant, but he was breed to be tough and barely flinched at everything. His nose burnt, his feet itched, and his eyes might of watered, but he pushed on with his boots under his left arm.
The large feline has a thick chest that rippled with mussel, his legs and arms where equity as built. His head was extremely shaped to look like a felines, triangular and elegant in its own nature. His eyes where a deep blue that seemed to peer through everything he looked at and he held a stern flat frown. He was dressed in the normal uniform he was given by his owner, a green T-shirt with gray cargo pants, rolled up to avoid getting them wet and filthy, for if he where to show back up a mess, it would surely arise suspicion. At his waist he had a leather belt with a brooch in the middle, an emblem of his rank and how impotent his master was, and attached to the belt, was his sword in a steel sheath trimmed in silver, one of his finest positions that only four other of his guards had. The last piece that was noticeable about him was his collar around his throat, a steel banded collar that was about several pounds with four nubs on the right side and four on the left. At the back it was slightly larger with a rectangular and was where the energy came from when he was out of line, a constant reminder of who he was in this world.
It had been a week now sense he had seen the mystery person, whom ever they where, they showed up like a shadow at the edge of the estate along the fence. There face was hooded, casting an ery shadow over there face and there voice was electronically altered, giving him no idea if it was a male or female. But this one did give him hope of something better, told him how to escape down an old celler where there was access to the drainage system, and from there, into the sewers that lead under the city. Coming up to an iron grate fence he looked at the steel bars and the lock. Producing a key he was giving from the mystery person he unlocked the gate and let it swing open. To either side of him there where now walk ways up and out of the filth witch he took as the slop grew deeper with every step. Producing a map that the key was wrapped in he looked down at it before continuing on through the darkness, to where he was still unsure of.
