06-29-2018, 12:51 AM
Cabins. He didn't know how he felt about that, and moved into the empty cabin. It was a small, about 10 by 12 foot, and that was all he needed. There was a mound of blankets in the corner, cobwebs and dust. A rusted bedframe the lacked a mattress was in another corner, a broom and trashcan. Otherwise, the room was barren and it was still fucking cold.
Dagon hissed, and set the back down. He shut the door and dragged the broom to it with his teeth, as a weak attempt to block it. He took out the journal, and made notes, writing with his teeth holding the pen.
Clan's called Snowbound. Picked out an okay cabin. It's not too small and away from the other cabins.
- Dagon
"Welp, I'm not cleaning." The tom said, tail flicking as he went to inspect the blankets. There was one made of wool. It was black and heavy. A sheet followed, and a fleece blanket. Dagon moved, setting the fleece down first. He folded it with his teeth, dragging it across the floor until he had a small mat. He folded the sheet and the wool blanket in half, to use it as both bedding and a blanket.
He paused midstep, gasping and shaking himself.
Dimitri looked up, in an unfamiliar place. He went to his journal, updating himself on events and looking at the bed. Sweet. Bed set up. The tom paused, feeling his gut and looking at himself. Fur was longer and there was more weight on him. Dagon must've changed them for the cold environment. He looked at the room, then at a margin note in the corner.
I ain't fuckin' cleaning.
Dimitri sighed, moving the broom and finding himself unable to utilize it. He dug around, deciding to rip off a portion of the sheet and start using it as a rag to start cleaning up.
He wondered what his new neighbors would be like.
Dagon hissed, and set the back down. He shut the door and dragged the broom to it with his teeth, as a weak attempt to block it. He took out the journal, and made notes, writing with his teeth holding the pen.
Clan's called Snowbound. Picked out an okay cabin. It's not too small and away from the other cabins.
- Dagon
"Welp, I'm not cleaning." The tom said, tail flicking as he went to inspect the blankets. There was one made of wool. It was black and heavy. A sheet followed, and a fleece blanket. Dagon moved, setting the fleece down first. He folded it with his teeth, dragging it across the floor until he had a small mat. He folded the sheet and the wool blanket in half, to use it as both bedding and a blanket.
He paused midstep, gasping and shaking himself.
Dimitri looked up, in an unfamiliar place. He went to his journal, updating himself on events and looking at the bed. Sweet. Bed set up. The tom paused, feeling his gut and looking at himself. Fur was longer and there was more weight on him. Dagon must've changed them for the cold environment. He looked at the room, then at a margin note in the corner.
I ain't fuckin' cleaning.
Dimitri sighed, moving the broom and finding himself unable to utilize it. He dug around, deciding to rip off a portion of the sheet and start using it as a rag to start cleaning up.
He wondered what his new neighbors would be like.
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
There's a shadow hanging over me
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