07-23-2012, 08:34 PM
((WC: 342 - OOC: Sorry this took so long! ;n; ))
With all the time on his hands, the red merle shepherd had really gotten to make his way through the ruins of the human deprived city.
There was no sense in wandering around like a lost pup, and he had accepted that he was here now, and it was home. He might as well make the best of it.
This was his start to a new life. Harvey Butler had been looking for a fresh start, and what more could one ask for than a completely clean slate? Sure, he owned nothing and his "possessions" were tattered items he'd found scavenging about the land, but he'd learned from the past he was running from that material things lead to greed and a fiery passion for collecting more.
His time so far had been lonely, but he wasn't focused on friends now; Harvey needed stability. He needed a place of residence, a plan, some sort of schedule perhaps so that he wasn't lurking about without a thought as to what to do next. He had been blessed with another chance at a new life, and he was putting it to waste.
It was like dress up to him. Adorned in black cargo shorts, worn low as to allow his tail mobility, and darkly tinted sunglasses atop his mess of reddish-brown hair, Harvey seemed to be collecting items simply so they wouldn't be put to waste (possessions weren't necessary, as he'd recently learned, but then again, the ex-gang member always seemed at war with himself).
Harvey hummed a tune softly, tail swaying behind as he came along a row of houses, some still in nice enough shape to stay in. Possibly.
This wasn't the first time the merle male considered finding a more permanent shelter. He'd looked through other houses during his journey through the city that appeared manageable from the outside, only to discover mold and dangerous damage had left the inside a death trap to anything that attempted residing within its walls.
Maybe these were different.
What did he have to lose?
With all the time on his hands, the red merle shepherd had really gotten to make his way through the ruins of the human deprived city.
There was no sense in wandering around like a lost pup, and he had accepted that he was here now, and it was home. He might as well make the best of it.
This was his start to a new life. Harvey Butler had been looking for a fresh start, and what more could one ask for than a completely clean slate? Sure, he owned nothing and his "possessions" were tattered items he'd found scavenging about the land, but he'd learned from the past he was running from that material things lead to greed and a fiery passion for collecting more.
His time so far had been lonely, but he wasn't focused on friends now; Harvey needed stability. He needed a place of residence, a plan, some sort of schedule perhaps so that he wasn't lurking about without a thought as to what to do next. He had been blessed with another chance at a new life, and he was putting it to waste.
It was like dress up to him. Adorned in black cargo shorts, worn low as to allow his tail mobility, and darkly tinted sunglasses atop his mess of reddish-brown hair, Harvey seemed to be collecting items simply so they wouldn't be put to waste (possessions weren't necessary, as he'd recently learned, but then again, the ex-gang member always seemed at war with himself).
Harvey hummed a tune softly, tail swaying behind as he came along a row of houses, some still in nice enough shape to stay in. Possibly.
This wasn't the first time the merle male considered finding a more permanent shelter. He'd looked through other houses during his journey through the city that appeared manageable from the outside, only to discover mold and dangerous damage had left the inside a death trap to anything that attempted residing within its walls.
Maybe these were different.
What did he have to lose?