10-30-2018, 04:11 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]Tending to the plants outside of his hut had become a small hobby of it. Victor was always awful at keeping any type of plant alive, but these seemed to be thriving. That was, until the seagulls had their way with them. The husky and those beady-eyed bastards never got along, not after the they tried to steal his boot. All while ranting and raving under his breath did the hound try to mend his ruined plants, but he eventually gave up after awhile. He spent quite sometime tearing the whole setup down, throwing the soil and dirt back onto the ground and all the wilting plants were thrown into the treeline, never to be seen again. So much for that hobby.
Victor sat outside of the entrance to his home, staring at the now-empty lot in from of his house. What was he going to put there now for decoration? At this point, he could not care. Blue eyes drew up as the cat came stumbling out of their own hut. Who was this? Victor had been a bit under the weather as of late and spent the past few days in doors, so he was not sure what or who he missed. "Are you alright?" spoke the striker before he rose to his paws. Making his way over, he examined the other, sensing the unease that blanketed the stranger. "Do you need some help?"
Victor sat outside of the entrance to his home, staring at the now-empty lot in from of his house. What was he going to put there now for decoration? At this point, he could not care. Blue eyes drew up as the cat came stumbling out of their own hut. Who was this? Victor had been a bit under the weather as of late and spent the past few days in doors, so he was not sure what or who he missed. "Are you alright?" spoke the striker before he rose to his paws. Making his way over, he examined the other, sensing the unease that blanketed the stranger. "Do you need some help?"