there's a lot I don't like
Yesterday, 07:18 AM
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Ronan was lost. Now, he'd never admit as much but wherever he'd been wandering, searching, he was pretty sure- well, it could be it. Maybe. Except by then his search felt...pointless, other than if he indeed found whatever it was he was looking for it'd feel like nothing more than a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. Yes he might be right, but did he want to be? Nope. Never again, he didn't like or no these people here but no one deserved that.
Let go.
Far easier said than done right?
He exhaled, his nose wrinkling with the putrid scent that made his fur feel tight at the pores. So if he wasn't searching, what should he do then? Employment, a purpose felt like a good place to start. Something more than this, because he knew full well those who'd died would have lived better than he ever could.
Ronan stepped carefully over the bones, intent on keeping a respectful distance from the steaming pile of bone melting soup.
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Ronan was lost. Now, he'd never admit as much but wherever he'd been wandering, searching, he was pretty sure- well, it could be it. Maybe. Except by then his search felt...pointless, other than if he indeed found whatever it was he was looking for it'd feel like nothing more than a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. Yes he might be right, but did he want to be? Nope. Never again, he didn't like or no these people here but no one deserved that.
Let go.
Far easier said than done right?
He exhaled, his nose wrinkling with the putrid scent that made his fur feel tight at the pores. So if he wasn't searching, what should he do then? Employment, a purpose felt like a good place to start. Something more than this, because he knew full well those who'd died would have lived better than he ever could.
Ronan stepped carefully over the bones, intent on keeping a respectful distance from the steaming pile of bone melting soup.
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