daydreaming all the time — o, joining

REBEL JUST FOR KICKS

the midgard serpent. tags.

Jör thought of hitting the bell again. Maybe they hadn't heard him and that's why he was left waiting. It wasn't too long, but he still expected someone to come quicker than the canine that approached him. He lifted his head again, the rest of his body beginning to coil. His small tongue flickered out as he studied the thing in Pincher's mouth. It smelled weird and he definitely not like it. "I'm Jörmungandr." At least the scent of whatever it was he had wasn't that strong and he could tell a lot of animals lived where he'd ended up. So the long journey across the land bridge had not been a waste of his time. At least, it was looking like that. Hopefully he wouldn't be turned away at the gate or he'd be pretty mad. That would be a shitty birthday present. Yeah, the canine didn't know it was his birthday, but that didn't matter. "Who else lives here beside you? Can I live here?"

#psychosocial.