Temper temper
09-12-2019, 03:24 PM
Desolate was miserable, this place sucked. He missed the rapids and the thicket, the bunnies and birds and the warm sun. Now the volcano had overcast what seemed to be the entire world and set dangerous fire and toxicity to everything the pup knew and loved. He'd been carried to the island by someone he barely knew and immediately being set upon the grasses he'd decided that he hated everything about it. Uncle Rhyme was gone and now the only people left in Abaven who Desolate knew was his mother and siblings. Life was boring and dull and there wasn't enough to do on the island. To add to his annoyance, the oversized pack that previously was scattered among three separate territories was now huddled onto one patch of land surrounded by ocean too treacherous for Desolate to venture out into. With the added stress, the puppies bipolar disorder was beginning to show it's ugly face. He stomped around the land kicking over piles of dirt and ferns, snarling at birds and throwing the biggest tantrum he'd ever experienced. His anger-fueled travels brought him to the beach where he could look out over the ocean towards home. It was quickly becoming his favorite place, and he hoped upon arrival that he might feel some of his hatred wash away. To his frustration, his spot was taken. Spirit lay upon the beach looking out over the water and Desolate glared at the back of his skull. He walked up to him with determined strides and aimed to kick the pup in his butt with his front paw. "This is my spot." He insisted angrily. "Get lost!" "Speech"
"Thinking" "You." |