11-15-2018, 08:00 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]One thing the male had learned living out in the wilderness was to disregard personal opinions on things. Hating a certain territory or feeling vengeful for hurtful actions did nothing but put a damper on your chances of living, even he'd be one to admit that Tanglewood wouldn't have been an easy place to settle into if he was planning on a long-term commitment here. A former ghost problem, his peers and their attempts to build the place up into a more civilised area and radioactive wastes, he would've pinned his acquaintances down as nuke-worshiping freaks had it not been for their kindness that day. Even if at times he was left trying not to put on his rose tinted glasses, he was slowly becoming happier to patrol around and see what could've ailed himself and the other Tanglers.
A wolfdog wasn't exactly an ailment lest foam was at its mouth, a negative energy emanated from that regardless. That snarl towards the environment was the first thing the Guardsmen noticed as he pushed himself out of the foliage, ginger paws keen to avoid the same fate as Kirk's as he remained on the outside of the bayou's grasp. He seems to meet the other's attitude with a sombre one, pacing back and forth as he looked the other up and down. The mud seemed to grab at the other, and whilst it acted like a muzzle on a vicious dog (why did he remind himself?), Axle didn't fancy getting any closer. His ears were pinned to the back of his head, teeth bared in warning not to do anything foolish.
"What?" he couldn't say much more than that, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to think of a way to ask this stranger why he was standing there in owned territory.
A wolfdog wasn't exactly an ailment lest foam was at its mouth, a negative energy emanated from that regardless. That snarl towards the environment was the first thing the Guardsmen noticed as he pushed himself out of the foliage, ginger paws keen to avoid the same fate as Kirk's as he remained on the outside of the bayou's grasp. He seems to meet the other's attitude with a sombre one, pacing back and forth as he looked the other up and down. The mud seemed to grab at the other, and whilst it acted like a muzzle on a vicious dog (why did he remind himself?), Axle didn't fancy getting any closer. His ears were pinned to the back of his head, teeth bared in warning not to do anything foolish.
"What?" he couldn't say much more than that, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to think of a way to ask this stranger why he was standing there in owned territory.