A warm welcome?
09-30-2022, 12:27 AM
Outlaw had been gone a long long time. The dog hadn’t planned to go off and seemingly never return, well at least not till the season repeated itself twice now. Who knew that wind would catch his sail and send him in the wrong direction? Outlaw had thought he knew how to make a perfectly good raft for sailing on. Sure, he hadn’t died and Outlaw had found land but with no idea where the land was or how to get home. He had made it back to Auster though and the question came to mind of now what? Outlaw had always been a social sort, loving to interact with others. Sailing was fun for small spans of time but he had never intended to be alone as often as it had worked out. The dog had met a wolf on one island and had been horrified when it had attacked him. Outlaw had done the most reasonable thing and ran away. Sadly Outlaw hadn’t thought he’d need to run into the flash of pain that had come with a bite of his front left shoulder. Outlaw’s saving grace was the wolf had been more set to defend and attack without expectations of how fast Outlaw could run away in fear. After that even when he’d found a new spot of land he’d been warier of seeking out strangers on strange lands. Outlaw hadn’t known fear before. The bite had healed but with the limited number of healing lessons he’d had and with his shorter coat of fur it was also evident. It was a long time for a happy-go-lucky social dog to spend alone. He had wanted to get back to Auster or somewhere that felt like a good home but it had meant a lot of time on the ocean with luck helping him to find land after longer stretches at sea. Certainly, he got better at handling the wind and knowing the larger amounts of food and fresh water to bring along. He’d finally found Auster but the dog was a mess to look at. The rain wasn’t freezing but it was close. Hopping off the raft near the shore his paws sunk into the cold ocean water. Whatever land he’d been at just a few weeks ago hadn’t been this cold, and the winter before that he’d spent on land somewhere. Obviously, traveling in winter weather was another mistake he had recently learned. The notion of going to the Hallows was pleasant but what had they thought of his just leaving and not coming back? The pack had always been so very nice but it did feel a bit awkward. Yet, they had a right to know why he’d never returned. Whether or not he stayed there he would at least tell his story. How long since he had told anyone a story? Well, he told Pip stories. The little seagull had been a good friend through his journeys. The hallows also offered walls to protect from the weather and right now that sounded wonderful. Outlaw had landed near Lazuli falls. He spent a night there, Protected from the elements under some rocks. He slept through the day and part of the afternoon. Once he was awake Outlaw noticed that while the air was still cold it wasn’t as bad as the day prior and the horrible rain had stopped. Salt from the sea begged to leave the dog's coat. Outlaw made himself a warm fire and then reluctantly went to the edge of the waterfall, rolling in the non-salty water. It was so cold but so clean at the same time! Outlaw thought of waiting another day to regain some more energy but the fact he was so close urged him to hurry up. Outlaw stayed long enough to eat some berries he’d found and some of the dried fish he had packed along his trip. If there was anyone thing that hadn’t changed about Outlaw, it was that old hat still on his head. It was faded a bit more, nature diluting its original colors, and it had some fraying along its edges, a small cut in it here or there, but just like Outlaw it had survived. The grey and black dog reached the hallows border, the scent seemingly from forever ago yet still had a sort of familiarity to it. The dog barked, barked, and made a howl that no one could ever mistake for a wolf. Outlaw didn’t like winter. It was fun once upon a time with snow being great for games. Now it was cold and wet and it made him sneeze. Hopefully, Resin and Tam would let him back in. How had the kids grown up while he was gone? Outlaw was cold and tired and his shoulder kinda ached but at the thought of seeing those kids now grown and others he had met it still put a smile on his tired face. His tail started to pick up, slowly swaying back and forth as he imagined all sorts of things the kids might of experienced growing up at this point. The hallows had been a great, wonderful environment for growing kids. Speech:"Life is but a game " Think
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Unless noted you can assume Outlaw is wearing his hat.
It's also likely there is a seagull somewhere nearby
It's also likely there is a seagull somewhere nearby
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