no sh#@, sherlock!
ft anyone
09-05-2019, 06:47 PM
so this happened.
it really had to happen now of all times? here he was, minding his own damn business when this happened. was it normal for apocalyptic events to be overly dramatic? all the prey fled or returned to their respectful holes. maybe a few in what he called the 'blast zone' were dead. that was brilliant. he came to a new place, following rumors of his sister potentially being sighted... only for this to throw a wrench in his plans. he had planned to settle here, but now his thoughts only turned to one thing; find Twig. find her, and make sure she was safe. he had no inkling of where to go. Hemlock had followed the strongest scent of wolves possible, leading him here.
"shit" he cursed, seeing no one in sight. only the remnants of old scents welcomed him. what, had there been a party here? and here he was, days - perhaps weeks - late to it. shameful. Hemlock sighed, puffing air from his lips in resignation. he hadn't seen Twig in years; who knew if she was even here now? she may have had the sense to move on, but if she was here he was going to make sure she was fine. maybe even convince her to leave with him. 'cause - news flash - this totally wasn't a safe place to be. he may be watching the soot and ash fall from the sky with lackadaisical care, but deeper in this land, panic, and death awaited.
Hemlock stood, his confidence faltering as he paused in the midst of the area. he refused to go further in without information, and he needed to find someone to speak to. anyone would do, even the next idiot that happened to walk by.
it really had to happen now of all times? here he was, minding his own damn business when this happened. was it normal for apocalyptic events to be overly dramatic? all the prey fled or returned to their respectful holes. maybe a few in what he called the 'blast zone' were dead. that was brilliant. he came to a new place, following rumors of his sister potentially being sighted... only for this to throw a wrench in his plans. he had planned to settle here, but now his thoughts only turned to one thing; find Twig. find her, and make sure she was safe. he had no inkling of where to go. Hemlock had followed the strongest scent of wolves possible, leading him here.
"shit" he cursed, seeing no one in sight. only the remnants of old scents welcomed him. what, had there been a party here? and here he was, days - perhaps weeks - late to it. shameful. Hemlock sighed, puffing air from his lips in resignation. he hadn't seen Twig in years; who knew if she was even here now? she may have had the sense to move on, but if she was here he was going to make sure she was fine. maybe even convince her to leave with him. 'cause - news flash - this totally wasn't a safe place to be. he may be watching the soot and ash fall from the sky with lackadaisical care, but deeper in this land, panic, and death awaited.
Hemlock stood, his confidence faltering as he paused in the midst of the area. he refused to go further in without information, and he needed to find someone to speak to. anyone would do, even the next idiot that happened to walk by.