03-23-2012, 12:15 AM
(OOC: I'm sorry if this is bad, still shaking off the dust!)
Tamhas walked through the forest, the sounds of breaking twigs flittering up to fill his ears with every other step he took. He had been walking aimlessley for what seemed like ages; walking just because he could. He had no idea how far he had come. He had lost count of how many days it had been. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought, a count of days didn't matter to him at the moment; why should it? It's not like it does me any good. He smirked at his own thoughts and continued walking.
He scratched at the scar on his chest, looking around to where he was. He had come so far, but he truley didn't pay attention to where exactly he was.
"Oh this is great."
He let out a huff as he looked at the surrounding trees, Does this shit end? He let out a loud yell of annoyance, "FORGET IT!""
He extended his claws and swiped at an old tree, ripping parts of the bark off. He drew quick breaths, swiping at the tree over and over and over again, tearing into it. After what seemed like forever, he stopped. He leaned against the tree, bark torn, claw marks scattered on it.
His breathing slowed, he turned around and slumped down to the ground. He was annoyed, angry, but not at being able to figure out where he was; but, rather of the annoyance of not having come to anything worth while in what seemed like ages. It had taken it's toll on him, talking to no one to himself. He shuffled his feet in front of him, pushing around twigs and leaves. He threw his head back, THWACK!, hitting it against the tree.
His hands flew up to hold his head, his muzzle burning with embarresment,
"Sonofabitch," he muttered as he layed there, rubbing his head. He muttered a few off handed remarks under his breath several times, before settling down. He grimaced as he leaned back slowly against the tree. He felt better now, albeit now he had a headache, after letting out the pent up steam that had gathered inside him.
Tamhas walked through the forest, the sounds of breaking twigs flittering up to fill his ears with every other step he took. He had been walking aimlessley for what seemed like ages; walking just because he could. He had no idea how far he had come. He had lost count of how many days it had been. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought, a count of days didn't matter to him at the moment; why should it? It's not like it does me any good. He smirked at his own thoughts and continued walking.
He scratched at the scar on his chest, looking around to where he was. He had come so far, but he truley didn't pay attention to where exactly he was.
"Oh this is great."
He let out a huff as he looked at the surrounding trees, Does this shit end? He let out a loud yell of annoyance, "FORGET IT!""
He extended his claws and swiped at an old tree, ripping parts of the bark off. He drew quick breaths, swiping at the tree over and over and over again, tearing into it. After what seemed like forever, he stopped. He leaned against the tree, bark torn, claw marks scattered on it.
His breathing slowed, he turned around and slumped down to the ground. He was annoyed, angry, but not at being able to figure out where he was; but, rather of the annoyance of not having come to anything worth while in what seemed like ages. It had taken it's toll on him, talking to no one to himself. He shuffled his feet in front of him, pushing around twigs and leaves. He threw his head back, THWACK!, hitting it against the tree.
His hands flew up to hold his head, his muzzle burning with embarresment,
"Sonofabitch," he muttered as he layed there, rubbing his head. He muttered a few off handed remarks under his breath several times, before settling down. He grimaced as he leaned back slowly against the tree. He felt better now, albeit now he had a headache, after letting out the pent up steam that had gathered inside him.