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The male went about, his bag slung over one brown shoulder. Fallen's darker bangs went over his empty socket, slightly waving as he walked with ease and grace. His other eye, which was there and teal, wandered from empty store to store, with a slight bored look. This was his first trip to the city, and he was slightly disappointed. He thought there must be a music store around, with a violin, or something. Yet, most of the stores were destroy, with vines growing over them, and most of the stuff gone. He sniffed around with his nose, scenting for anything. All he could smell was the ocean. He sighed to himself, before looking at one store in front of him. It was broken down, like every other one, but a certain smell attracted him. Basil! It was slowly growing, but there was a small patch right next to the store. It had calming qualities, it is said to help calm others, and get rid of anxiety. He trotted over, and crouched on one knee. He hadn't found basil in awhile, and it was pretty rare during this season. Yet, it was there. He careful picked it, and retrieved a jar from his bag, and slipped the basil in. He held the jar up, and smiled to himself, something pretty rare for the male. Basil also had cooking qualities. He began to whistle, a song that he quite liked, even though it was about destruction in a different place of a important bridge. It was London Bridge. He had learned the violent song when he was younger, but it wasn't considered violent, and it was a kids song. The lyrics slowly ran through his head as he stood up, and then he quickly trotted into the house, his legs working easily through the debris. He found some more basil, and put it in the jar, and a few other things, yet they weren't that important. But the basil was a good find atleast. He walked out of the store, and put the jar away into the green army bag. He walked with ease and grace, silence and lethalness, although, being lethal wasn't needed at the moment. He was in a fine mood, a fine mood indeed. He even began to sing. "London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady.
Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, My fair Lady.
Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, Wood and clay will wash away, My fair Lady."
He walked to the beach, which was quite close to the broken city of Halifax. He walked with ease on the soft sand, that was cold, but a slight hint of warmth. The water was lapping against the beach, the cold, icy depths brushing at his feet. He shivered slightly, and put his large hands in his cargo pant's pockets, and wrapped the deer hide jacket around him tighter. Beneath the warm jacket was a clean button down shirt, which he had washed in a river not to long ago. His teal eye was clear, but now blank, as he looked upon the ocean, the endless water never stopping. He ran a sharp claw through his bangs, and his finger tip rubbed against the rough skin, where his eye had once been. Maybe he should get an eye patch. But then he would look stupid. Maybe if he got one with and eye design on it....
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The male went about, his bag slung over one brown shoulder. Fallen's darker bangs went over his empty socket, slightly waving as he walked with ease and grace. His other eye, which was there and teal, wandered from empty store to store, with a slight bored look. This was his first trip to the city, and he was slightly disappointed. He thought there must be a music store around, with a violin, or something. Yet, most of the stores were destroy, with vines growing over them, and most of the stuff gone. He sniffed around with his nose, scenting for anything. All he could smell was the ocean. He sighed to himself, before looking at one store in front of him. It was broken down, like every other one, but a certain smell attracted him. Basil! It was slowly growing, but there was a small patch right next to the store. It had calming qualities, it is said to help calm others, and get rid of anxiety. He trotted over, and crouched on one knee. He hadn't found basil in awhile, and it was pretty rare during this season. Yet, it was there. He careful picked it, and retrieved a jar from his bag, and slipped the basil in. He held the jar up, and smiled to himself, something pretty rare for the male. Basil also had cooking qualities. He began to whistle, a song that he quite liked, even though it was about destruction in a different place of a important bridge. It was London Bridge. He had learned the violent song when he was younger, but it wasn't considered violent, and it was a kids song. The lyrics slowly ran through his head as he stood up, and then he quickly trotted into the house, his legs working easily through the debris. He found some more basil, and put it in the jar, and a few other things, yet they weren't that important. But the basil was a good find atleast. He walked out of the store, and put the jar away into the green army bag. He walked with ease and grace, silence and lethalness, although, being lethal wasn't needed at the moment. He was in a fine mood, a fine mood indeed. He even began to sing. "London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down, London Bridge is falling down, My fair Lady.
Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, My fair Lady.
Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, Wood and clay will wash away, My fair Lady."
He walked to the beach, which was quite close to the broken city of Halifax. He walked with ease on the soft sand, that was cold, but a slight hint of warmth. The water was lapping against the beach, the cold, icy depths brushing at his feet. He shivered slightly, and put his large hands in his cargo pant's pockets, and wrapped the deer hide jacket around him tighter. Beneath the warm jacket was a clean button down shirt, which he had washed in a river not to long ago. His teal eye was clear, but now blank, as he looked upon the ocean, the endless water never stopping. He ran a sharp claw through his bangs, and his finger tip rubbed against the rough skin, where his eye had once been. Maybe he should get an eye patch. But then he would look stupid. Maybe if he got one with and eye design on it....
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