Post by Rumulus King Of Asses! on Feb 6, 2019 20:47:40 GMT -6
A black brute laid there on the forest floor and listened pondering whether or not he should really be here in this Desolate land of trees. The forest seemed as dead as he thought he was going to be a few months ago when three wolfs surrounded and with the nearest platoon already retreating without him he was prepared to give it his all and put up one last good fight. He had managed to defend himself against two of the three before he fell to the ground and felt a sharp pain at the side of his neck.
Everything had gone black after that and he had one fleeting thought thinking that this was the end of his terror and what his brother must have felt while he was dying, Rum heard nothing...nothing moved not even the wind rustling though that trees. the Silence was a cold feeling upon the land as if it giving the dead a final respectful moment. Rumules opened his mouth in a huge yawn and decided to get up, having enough of laying down he stretched then he started to walk thinking as he did so hope that he would not run into a lone wolf or a platoon of them.
Losing a home once is hard enough but losing twice though... Rum was devastated. He put his heart and soul into making a life for himself in that forest that was slowly becoming just a place for hell. If he had something that was too good to be true, it more than likely was going to crumble under his paws. Rum wasn't ready to move on but he had to. He had to keep going as salvation was not as close as he had once thought. His will to survive kept him going and somewhere deep inside he had a flicker of hope that he'd run into a familiar face.
NOTE: if you have any questions or concerns do not hesitate to PM me, happy role-playing
Everything had gone black after that and he had one fleeting thought thinking that this was the end of his terror and what his brother must have felt while he was dying, Rum heard nothing...nothing moved not even the wind rustling though that trees. the Silence was a cold feeling upon the land as if it giving the dead a final respectful moment. Rumules opened his mouth in a huge yawn and decided to get up, having enough of laying down he stretched then he started to walk thinking as he did so hope that he would not run into a lone wolf or a platoon of them.
Losing a home once is hard enough but losing twice though... Rum was devastated. He put his heart and soul into making a life for himself in that forest that was slowly becoming just a place for hell. If he had something that was too good to be true, it more than likely was going to crumble under his paws. Rum wasn't ready to move on but he had to. He had to keep going as salvation was not as close as he had once thought. His will to survive kept him going and somewhere deep inside he had a flicker of hope that he'd run into a familiar face.
NOTE: if you have any questions or concerns do not hesitate to PM me, happy role-playing
You say You think We need to go to war... Well, you're already in one.
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OOC: i know I've not been on in a while, so I'm reposing this