[DND] The Fun House
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Golden orbs scanned the horizon, flashing for a moment as the light caught them. Snow white pelt shook gently into place. It was rough from lack of grooming and living out in the wilds for a time. He had been on his own since he had left the pack, surviving on the plants he recognized and whatever small animals he could catch. He had lost track of the days since he had left the pack behind, but long gone were the muscles and mass that came with living with a well to do pack in the coldest parts of the north. Time and lack of consistent meals had molded him into a leaner version of himself.

It was a particularly nice day today for Fall, though he could tell that Winter was only right around the corner. The chills in the morning were an indication of that. More than once he thought he felt the slight itchy feeling of his winter coat starting to creep in.

The trees danced casually with the wind as Quilo padded along the path, carrying scents with it. Some of the scents were familiar to him, in the sense that he recognized them but didn't know them, ones he had picked up when he first arrived here, and some were new. Of course Quilo didn't realize his own scent was being carried on the wind as well...or was it more that he didn't care? He wasn't particularly afraid of this new place nor of meeting new folks, particularly around these territories. A brief thought crossed his mind, remembering how he had first discovered these territories. There was a strange feeling, as if he was being beckoned here, and he felt an odd warmth as soon as he crossed what felt like the borders. It was all surreal.

Wide paws came to a stop abruptly, ears swiveling in the direction of sounds. Are those voices? He paused, listening carefully.

He waited for only a few seconds before realizing with a twinge of embarrassment that it wasn't voices he was hearing, or so he assumed, but the babbling limpid contents of a small creek. Licking his lips, he broke through the treeline and made his way down the hill toward the source of the sound. The water looked like liquid crystal and he wasted no time dunking his tongue into the cool water to quench his thirst. It was heaven as he closed his eyes.
Walks, "Talks", and thinks.


Messages In This Thread
The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 16 September 2020, 06:31 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 17 September 2020, 03:32 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 17 September 2020, 05:37 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 17 September 2020, 06:05 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 17 September 2020, 06:37 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 17 September 2020, 07:35 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 17 September 2020, 10:53 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 18 September 2020, 12:15 AM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 18 September 2020, 12:30 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 18 September 2020, 03:39 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 18 September 2020, 05:13 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 18 September 2020, 07:04 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 18 September 2020, 10:08 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 21 September 2020, 07:35 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 28 September 2020, 10:33 PM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 30 September 2020, 05:45 AM
RE: The Fun House - by Nyx Greyfire - 3 October 2020, 02:22 AM
RE: The Fun House - by Quilo - 6 October 2020, 04:44 AM

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