Jexel slammed the door in irritation as he entered his decrepit apartment. The floorboards were worn down, and some were even missing. Luckily, most of the complex had been abandoned with the settling of the Half-Breeds in the town. A torn up couch and a mini-tv were the only things that could be found within the room. It wasn't anything special, just enough to survive with. More of the drywall crumbled away as he flopped down on the couch to relax. It had been a long day of early spring humidity, and it made his fur cling to his skin in the most uncomfortable of ways. He ran a paw through his hair, letting his claws extend enough to separate individual strands. Turning on the TV to a random news channel, Jexel attempted to take a small nap before his daily walk back into the wilderness. The half-lynx twenty-one year old had lived in this apartment for a good three years now, and he hated it. He always pursued something more than his meager existence, but had no clue where to look. Only recently had he gotten a job again, and it looked like he wouldn't be able to keep it for long. Just once, he wanted to prove himself as stronger than the humans who looked down on him, but he knew that their influence would simply get him lynched rather than praised. With these thoughts in mind, Jexel allowed sleep to take him for a short time.