PROPANE NIGHTMARES // joining

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]♚ - Oh yes, this was different from bustling cities. The scorching sands hurt more than sundried pavement ever could, sands crunching between his toes with every step. Ik'selsaer had walked beaches before, but never dunes this expansive. This empty. What sort of fool would call lands like this home? Ik'sael was seeking residence here for now, of course, but that did not mean the canine planned on calling it home. He was not born here, raised here, he would not die for its lifeless land. Pyramids loomed in the distance, shimmering in the heat as if the sun itself had crafted them. The only thing that signified this land could host life. Even then, those that had built the monuments were long dead now. This land was not hospitable. Was it brave of the Pitt to insist on calling it home, or truly foolish? So long as they provided food and water to Ik'sael, it didn't fucking matter.

Small ebony paws pad across the dunes, ignoring the scent of the border as the shiba inu wandered further into the Pitt's territory. Equally dark eyes blinked in the harsh sunlight, flicking around him to decipher what was and wasn't a mirage. "Hello?" Ik'sael barked out impatiently, curled tail swaying against his back as he took another step forward. "I heard there's a group living here. The Pitt or some shit. Lookin' to stay here for a bit, cool? Good." Marching into a strange territory alone was scarcely a safe choice, yet that did not stop the arrogant boy in his march.