the time of your life (you just can't tell)

[Jefferson Soul]

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I am in horrible writing condition tonight x.x. wc424 Although he was no longer in the youthful condition for exploration he'd possessed as the yippy little whelp of himself he couldn't remember anymore, the need for seeing the sights still rushed through his blood and put his mind and wounds at rest when the opportunity rose. Phoenix Valley bore some interesting sights and scents of its own; the cattle and livestock were all too appealing, but it was too bad that his waned old leg no longer allowed even the dullest of sprints to catch one. Getting his own dinner was near impossible on his own, but luckily through the aid of his fellow packmates, he'd put some weight on his skeleton frame and, despite the gimply leg, useless eye, and multiple scars, was almost beginning to sort of, kind of look like he might have been alive at some point in his life. Making his way from Phoenix Valley was surprisingly risky for the male, despite that he himself could not have cared less. The hybrid had to take frequent breaks to rest the leg and manage to scope out the entire area with the use of only one eye, not to mention take a moment to recall where he was coming from to prevent getting lost in the first place. Where he'd ended up was beyond him, but on the road thus far he had not seen a single soul from Phoenix Valley to wherever he'd stopped, but the rolling shore was quite enough to get him to forget everything and anything in order to sit on the sand and simply watch the water. In doing so, he found himself moving from place to place to get different angles, until he stopped dead in his tracks in seeing another body on the beach. The hybrid's stomach turned for whatever reason and his ears twitched. From behind, the beast looked like he might have been dead, but his back heaving air spoke otherwise. From what he could tell, the stranger was not of Phoenix Valley... and from the few scents he knew of, not of anywhere else either. Creeping forward, he tried to be quiet--until he found that sand was not as supportive as firm ground as he thought, and in limping on his gimpy leg in such, fell flat on his face. He groaned, more out of annoyance than anything else, and simply laid there in sheer laziness of getting back up. "Oceans aren't supposed to make you look so depressed," he grumbled, peering after the fellow hybrid through his good eye.

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