monster, monster, under my bed
Grimshaw
Knight
Mangler
10-15-2021, 03:53 PM
There was a lot of strange things going on. Just earlier, he'd thought he'd seen Malachai running through the mangrove nearby. He still wasn't sure that it wasn't him, considering the boy appeared only minutes after he decided to investigate. His heart still hadn't slowed since being there with him. Ever since that spar some weeks ago, he'd felt very strange. He couldn't even describe it, but he didn't even know how to talk anymore. He could keep himself composed around girls no problem, even around Sirius and the other leaders he was fine. But something about some other wolves, well he couldn't quite place it.
He was young, and so there was little he could do in the way of understanding. Returning from the Mangrove had been a sea of thoughts and questions, mostly to himself wondering why he had to be so weird and wondering what exactly was happening. He'd never felt anything like this before, so it wasn't surprising to him that the new strange bugs and long nights weren't exactly on his mind at the moment. It didn't take long for the young man to get from the mangrove to the armada borders, but when he had he did finally stop. He was a bit hungry now, so maybe hunting something would ease his mind. He needed to get to sleep anyway, he had rounds in the morning.
It didn't take him long to find something worth hunting in the area surrounding the armada. Unfortunately, his only option was something funky colored and glowing though. Moments later the man bolted after a coyote and caught it, quickly ending it's life as if it were nothing more than a bug underneath his paw. Grimshaw was never one for consuming other canines, but there was a coyote problem around the armada and he would do his best to help.
Carrying the limp coyote by its throat through the armada, he noticed a small shape nestled into the Obelisk eating it's own small meal. Silver eyes glanced to the wolf, someone he didn't recognize. They seemed to be eating their own meal, a fish that also didn't seem to be lacking in the funky glow department. He approached then, dropping the coyote carcass so that he could speak. "Mind if I eat with you?"
He was young, and so there was little he could do in the way of understanding. Returning from the Mangrove had been a sea of thoughts and questions, mostly to himself wondering why he had to be so weird and wondering what exactly was happening. He'd never felt anything like this before, so it wasn't surprising to him that the new strange bugs and long nights weren't exactly on his mind at the moment. It didn't take long for the young man to get from the mangrove to the armada borders, but when he had he did finally stop. He was a bit hungry now, so maybe hunting something would ease his mind. He needed to get to sleep anyway, he had rounds in the morning.
It didn't take him long to find something worth hunting in the area surrounding the armada. Unfortunately, his only option was something funky colored and glowing though. Moments later the man bolted after a coyote and caught it, quickly ending it's life as if it were nothing more than a bug underneath his paw. Grimshaw was never one for consuming other canines, but there was a coyote problem around the armada and he would do his best to help.
Carrying the limp coyote by its throat through the armada, he noticed a small shape nestled into the Obelisk eating it's own small meal. Silver eyes glanced to the wolf, someone he didn't recognize. They seemed to be eating their own meal, a fish that also didn't seem to be lacking in the funky glow department. He approached then, dropping the coyote carcass so that he could speak. "Mind if I eat with you?"
Grimshaw has a septum ring, a fluffy curled tail, and a horrible facial scar (hover)
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that may not be reflected in his art!
please DM all tags to @betchasaurusrex