newest arrival
10-07-2018, 08:16 PM
man, it was one of those days. the laziest of days there is. nothing to do and nothing to gain. at least not yet. he didn't know how to gain anything right this second. sure, ideas were forming but did he ever listen to them? no, at least not the good ones. he didn't know anything about this land, had happened upon it in his travels and boom! he was here. having just wandered around this meadow or plain or what have you for a day or so, he was at his wit's end. it would help to have a map in these situations, but he was the type to forget what he had mapped out in his head. for the paper was not a thing of wolves but of long gone human beings. his species didn't have access to such useful objects, and he'd moan and groan about it if he even knew about 'em.
as it was, he had traveled far. farther than what he thought possible for himself. he walked until his legs hurt and his paw pads itched with a burning sensation. he walked until he saw the sun lower itself over the ocean. he was just there, here and everywhere. Puck yawned widely, his clean pink gums and healthy (or what could be counted as healthy for there were also no toothbrushes) teeth viewable for all to see. he didn't rightly know who would be fascinated by teeth but that wasn't his business. he could appreciate that everyone had "their thing". and "his thing", for him? that was simply up to fate. he hadn't much experience in settling down in one place. this land? just another stone to step. another place to briefly conquer then be on his way. oh, he didn't mean conquer-conquer. nah, fam. he wasn't big on world domination. leave that to the bigwigs.
this place, this unknown place, was another brief thing. he had the rest of his life to figure out where to live. why settle down in one particular area? as it was, the young man settled in. the blades of long foliage tickled his nose as he sat. almost hidden by the grass, his stark white pelt with the peculiar stripes on his flank was the only indicators someone was there. man, he was bored. was he ever bored. someone, give him something to do. someone to talk to. heck, he'd settle with a mouse. they can't talk back so sometimes that's damn good. another night here, under the open sky, and he'd leave this town behind. that was his goal. but plans could change, really they could. it was up to the fates and he didn't have much hope in them. as it was, he heard a few rustling noises behind him. he didn't turn though his ears were piqued and alert.
let 'em pass or let 'em talk. he could do with either.
as it was, he had traveled far. farther than what he thought possible for himself. he walked until his legs hurt and his paw pads itched with a burning sensation. he walked until he saw the sun lower itself over the ocean. he was just there, here and everywhere. Puck yawned widely, his clean pink gums and healthy (or what could be counted as healthy for there were also no toothbrushes) teeth viewable for all to see. he didn't rightly know who would be fascinated by teeth but that wasn't his business. he could appreciate that everyone had "their thing". and "his thing", for him? that was simply up to fate. he hadn't much experience in settling down in one place. this land? just another stone to step. another place to briefly conquer then be on his way. oh, he didn't mean conquer-conquer. nah, fam. he wasn't big on world domination. leave that to the bigwigs.
this place, this unknown place, was another brief thing. he had the rest of his life to figure out where to live. why settle down in one particular area? as it was, the young man settled in. the blades of long foliage tickled his nose as he sat. almost hidden by the grass, his stark white pelt with the peculiar stripes on his flank was the only indicators someone was there. man, he was bored. was he ever bored. someone, give him something to do. someone to talk to. heck, he'd settle with a mouse. they can't talk back so sometimes that's damn good. another night here, under the open sky, and he'd leave this town behind. that was his goal. but plans could change, really they could. it was up to the fates and he didn't have much hope in them. as it was, he heard a few rustling noises behind him. he didn't turn though his ears were piqued and alert.
let 'em pass or let 'em talk. he could do with either.