Big, friendly giant

Jimson Morris · 09-15-2012, 07:31 PM

[html]

Word count: 300 // Jimson is so sheltered and confused XD.

"Of course, handsome." Jimson blinked, taken a little off guard at the accented wolf's compliment. He appreciated it, he guessed, but he found it a little... odd? He did not often expect such a turn of phrase from someone he'd just met, and another male, at that. "Er... thanks, I guess?" he muttered before grabbing his staff and following the petite canine out of the door of the shop.

The golden afternoon light glinted off of what windows were left in the area, and Jimson had to squint for a moment after exiting the gloom of the old storefront. It really must have been a quaint little district in its time, the buildings constructed so that the siding appeared to be stone, little shops like the one he'd just investigated interspersed amongst residential houses. Canines were lucky, he supposed, in that as they evolved intelligence and thumbs they were left with what had been used by the humans before them. He knew many still lived in the old way, roughing it in the woods and shirking any form of human civilization, but many also lived as he did, taking advantage of supplies and buildings that were already there.

"So, d'ya live in th' area?" he asked genially as the pair of canines strolled down the street. "If y'don't mind me askin'." Jimson wondered what the pack concentration was like around here. He'd already had to wind his way around several -- it wouldn't surprise him at all if there were even more on this little peninsula. The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally wind up trespassing without realizing it -- he could take on one or two wolves at a time, he felt confident, but if a whole pack got after him he would go down pretty quickly.

Table credit Raze.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?