Unlikely, maybe

Jaxon · 11-23-2024, 09:51 AM

Blood and salt, the ocean seeks

The shifting of the sun brought with it a strange creature to the lands, or strange when compared to the normal creatures of the continent. Massive paws left a trail of candid-like prints in their wake. Yet the creature was neither canine nor feline. The creature was in fact a mustelid, and the largest of the geneses. His spotted form was relaxed, holding a dominance in his swagger that even when relaxed came naturally, a sureness in himself. Pace eased, and unbothered, even as the strip of land's inhabitant seals and gulls made sure to tell him he was unwelcome as he moved through them. A grin like he was up to no good graced his lips. And who knew, maybe he was up to no good.

Upon his back was a smaller creature. It's beady eyes set to the front as the rat clung to his mane, the plush hair parting and making a nice nest for the rat. The duo was on a course north, leaving behind their home of birth and out to cause a good time. Or at least good for them. Too much seemed to be serious these days in his birth clan, where was the fun if you were serious all the fucking time? No where good that's where.

His dual colored eyes took in the long land bridge as he moved, a huff of a laugh at nothing coming from his lips as a seal barked at him, trying to warn him away from their basking group. A glance at it and the massive man was snapping at it erratically and suddenly, scaring the thing to bark and try to scoot away. A laugh then coming from him as he threw his head back with it. Whimps. If ye can't deliver then don't threaten me, damn curs. He didn't stay there though, he kept moving. He was like the wind at the moment, unyielding and ever shifting. He'd probably find somewhere to settle soon, but for now he was gonna have a little fun. It wasn't uncommon for males of his species to leave their home clan and search for someplace new, but what he wanted wasn't to lead or to blend back in with the creatures of his species, no his ass wanted more. One thing was certain, he could use a good stiff drink, so where ever he was headed he definitely desired they either have whiskey or some grains he could turn into whiskey. He had that art memorized, probably because he was a drunk. Damn he wished he could be drunk right now.

The fall sun had only just begun to rise, so only the day would know where he would take it, but he bet there was a damn bottle of whiskey at the end of it all.

Walk, "Talk", Think

To take you down with me

_{Art and Code by Asena; lines by EchoJellyMutt}

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Unlikely, maybe

Jaxon