Stand Still
12-20-2017, 09:43 PM
Having turned a year had seemed like a big deal, but now that he was out on his own it just seemed like it meant he got to be alone more. Well, maybe that was a big deal for some people but to Amos it just meant he was bored and lonely more frequently. Rogdar was probably fine, off causing trouble. Little shit. Huffing irritably, Amos wandered aimlessly through the dismal scene. A land that marked the beginning of what appeared to be a desert, littered with bits of things now broken that probably looked nothing like what they used to be. Metal, shiny broken pieces of things crushed to shattered fragments of their potential past glory lay strewn across the sand. It was sort of beautiful in a sad and dreary kind of way. Looking back towards the east, Amos could make out distant grey clouds. It was probably still cold and snowing, and despite his mood he was in no rush to return to the familiar so instead the boy opted to wander through the arid land, paws sinking slightly into the warm, soft sand. Eventually he came upon a large metal thing. It smelled of rust and decay, though it looked as though it might have been something interesting before it was nothing. Bits of the faintest blue were found in patches on it and Amos wondered if that was it's color before it became rust red in most places. Climbing atop the thing, Amos settled down to lay on it, though he disliked how his claws clicked on it when he'd walked over the thing. Sparkling razor sharp crystals of glass were scattered around it, though on one side a sheet lay intact and he looked through it to find some sort of cave inside the metal beast, though he wasn't keen on trying to enter any time soon. Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |
01-08-2018, 09:47 PM
He had decided to take a little trip out of the pack lands today, to get a look around and maybe even meet a few new faces. He had also hoped to look for new hunting spots, now that they were down a member he felt he should also try to pitch in there too. So he had left early in the morning and headed to the lake nearby, hoping that it would be a good spot to trail some game. The lake should have a good population of game around it since it was one of the main water sources of the south.
Moving along the male lowered his head to the ground he began to take in the scents around him. Looking for new and for old scents, just starting with figuring out if this was a well visited spot. So far it was seeming like old scents, but as he got closer more and more began to arise. Some fresh and some old, but more and more scent trails crossed and mixed telling him that this was indeed a good spot. Eyes spotted trailed, beaten down in the earth by animals traveling the same route. He grinned knowing that this would indeed be a good spot.
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01-10-2018, 09:23 PM
Lounging about on the object he had no name for was all well and good, but GOSH did it get boring fast. He rolled to one side, stretching his legs and yawning, then settled for a bit. Later, he'd roll onto the other side and huff loudly, boredom settling over the boy like a dark cloud, drawing his ears back and creating an irritable expression on his face. Now what? The sun beat down on his dark coat and Amos was losing interest in this place. It was kind of cool to look at the weird stuff here, but not by himself! It wasn't until he thought he spotted the man off in the distance that Amos began to perk up a bit. He watched the guy wander a bit closer, seeming to be sniffing around for... Something. What? Why? Curiosity got the best of him and eventually Amos hopped down from his perch, landing lightly in the sand below and went sauntering over to the stranger, tail swinging side to side in friendly fashion as he barked a welcoming, "Hello! What are you doing, if you don't mind my asking?" Quick to the point, but not so much to the introductions. That part always happened eventually though so he didn't worry much over his neglecting to initiate them. Walk. "Speak!" "Think." |