An Awkward Return

[Sinatra]

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OOC: Word Count: 421       The crackling fire made the lone male awake with a jolt, his ears quickly swiveling and his head in the opposite direction. It was this way every morning, every day, for what felt like forever. Ever since… then, the hybrid had woken from nightmares, day after day with pools of sweat underneath him. He could fall asleep in the snow and it would be melted underneath and around him by morning. Which of course, he had done the first while he was gone. It was just too much, thinking of Jazper. Too painful. His dearful cousin, the father of two gorgeous pups was too good for him, and he told himself this every day. He hadn’t spoken since then… Never needed to he figured. Running and living on his own was hard at first, but after his first kill, whether it be for food or defense, he wasn’t afraid. Most others were afraid of him and his human gun, the loud bangs scaring others away for kilometers. He felt scared often, wondering how he would li—The sound of pawsteps made Sinatra stand, gun in his right paw and a torch in his left. His eyes scanned quickly, the pink highlighted in the dimness from the torch. A rat… he thought to himself. Nothing. Again. Staying in the abandoned airport wasn’t so bad… Well, quite actually. He lived in the high tower, able to see forever. It left him safe, but also vulnerable to storms and bad weather. The glass was cracked in some places, and it was often cold so high up, but the wolf hybrid managed. Whether it being curling up in skinned furs, or making as smokeless of a fire as he knew how (which still left a hell of a lot of smoke) the small, fragile hybrid made it through to the next day. Feeling over his visible ribs and taught stomach, the boy grimaced. He needed food, and quickly. He’d gone without some for almost a few days, only drinking boiled water and chewing on some leaves. But being the omnivore he was he knew it wouldn’t last forever. Picking up his gun, a pawmade bow & arrow and a skinning knife, he left down the rickety stairs with a pouch on his back. His eyes were emotionless, having fought may internal battles. Some won, some lost… Some, he didn’t even know. But as he exited the building with an arrow ready to fire, the hybrid did know something. He was ready to see Jazper again.

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