do i look like a snacc to you?
Unarmed
03-21-2023, 02:26 PM
word count: 327
Tachi had admittedly grown into a bit of a homebody, very much viewed the outside world as an us verse them situation. It didn't help that he came from two lineages, or types of wolves, that very much thought themselves better than others. Nihon and Torbine, two sides of the same coin. Different, yet with similarities noticeable under close enough scrutiny. Archer-Genji, he was a mishmash of a young man and hadn't quite decided what he felt like doing with himself just yet. Who knew for sure at this age? Aside from Rheum who was seemingly chomping at the bit to get out, for whatever reason in her pink-air head.
Either way he found himself going for a short wander, nowhere too far from home and the looming rocks of the Runestones came into view. The sun had yet to set, the world was cast in a fiery glow as twilight settled in for a brief while. Comfortable in its fleeting nature, as though always certain it would return the following evening. That was how Tachi felt about Tojo, he supposed, that even if he did venture off he'd always come back. Always. As an Archer, family always came first. Fuck everyone else, maybe literally.
Except the yearling was not alone in this place. Perhaps they'd spotted him from afar, noticed he was wandering about all alone, seemingly distracted by the thoughts ticking around in his mind. His senses were sharp enough to pick up on them though, they hadn't managed to get as close to him as they would have liked. Tachi turned, eying the pack of coyotes with narrowed orange eyes. His expression near the spitting image of an annoyed Morganna Archer. Bitch faces ran strong on that side of the family, though he'd also inherited the charm of his sires smiles. The best of both worlds.
"What?" He asked them dryly, but he didn't really expect a response. Not of words, but rather teeth.
Tachi had admittedly grown into a bit of a homebody, very much viewed the outside world as an us verse them situation. It didn't help that he came from two lineages, or types of wolves, that very much thought themselves better than others. Nihon and Torbine, two sides of the same coin. Different, yet with similarities noticeable under close enough scrutiny. Archer-Genji, he was a mishmash of a young man and hadn't quite decided what he felt like doing with himself just yet. Who knew for sure at this age? Aside from Rheum who was seemingly chomping at the bit to get out, for whatever reason in her pink-air head.
Either way he found himself going for a short wander, nowhere too far from home and the looming rocks of the Runestones came into view. The sun had yet to set, the world was cast in a fiery glow as twilight settled in for a brief while. Comfortable in its fleeting nature, as though always certain it would return the following evening. That was how Tachi felt about Tojo, he supposed, that even if he did venture off he'd always come back. Always. As an Archer, family always came first. Fuck everyone else, maybe literally.
Except the yearling was not alone in this place. Perhaps they'd spotted him from afar, noticed he was wandering about all alone, seemingly distracted by the thoughts ticking around in his mind. His senses were sharp enough to pick up on them though, they hadn't managed to get as close to him as they would have liked. Tachi turned, eying the pack of coyotes with narrowed orange eyes. His expression near the spitting image of an annoyed Morganna Archer. Bitch faces ran strong on that side of the family, though he'd also inherited the charm of his sires smiles. The best of both worlds.
"What?" He asked them dryly, but he didn't really expect a response. Not of words, but rather teeth.