08-01-2019, 12:15 AM
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XIV. TEMPERANCE
HE/HIM
[/td][td]He had been staring at the creature for at least an hour now.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen another sentient creature, of course. He had had brushes with other loners in his life, and had seen the comings and goings of the nearby settlement, but he had never felt so strongly that he wanted to follow one home.
He had lived on his own for an awfully long time, after all, lurking in the swamp and only venturing out when needed. Perhaps it was a time for change?
Slowly, the mutated fish-dog made his way to the shore, frills flaring as he scrambled up onto solid ground with a huff. Where did it go? He spun around in confusion, having lost sight of the other creature. Did all of the land dwellers move so fast? Frowning, the creature made his way over to where he had last spotted the other animal, sniffing around for a scent trail that might lead him to the settlement. After all, while he may not want to stay permanently, it might be nice to meet his neighbours properly, instead of the borderline-creepy watching he entertained himself with every day.
However, the thought was overtaken by another - he was hungry. Perhaps these people had eggs? One time he had met a loner who could create fire with their paws to cook them, and hoped that there would be another with this ability. After all, a cooked egg was much better than a wet raw one. Suddenly enthralled with the idea of finding a friend to cook eggs, he started padding into the woods, following the weak scent of another animal.
[/td][/tr][/table]It wasn't the first time he'd seen another sentient creature, of course. He had had brushes with other loners in his life, and had seen the comings and goings of the nearby settlement, but he had never felt so strongly that he wanted to follow one home.
He had lived on his own for an awfully long time, after all, lurking in the swamp and only venturing out when needed. Perhaps it was a time for change?
Slowly, the mutated fish-dog made his way to the shore, frills flaring as he scrambled up onto solid ground with a huff. Where did it go? He spun around in confusion, having lost sight of the other creature. Did all of the land dwellers move so fast? Frowning, the creature made his way over to where he had last spotted the other animal, sniffing around for a scent trail that might lead him to the settlement. After all, while he may not want to stay permanently, it might be nice to meet his neighbours properly, instead of the borderline-creepy watching he entertained himself with every day.
However, the thought was overtaken by another - he was hungry. Perhaps these people had eggs? One time he had met a loner who could create fire with their paws to cook them, and hoped that there would be another with this ability. After all, a cooked egg was much better than a wet raw one. Suddenly enthralled with the idea of finding a friend to cook eggs, he started padding into the woods, following the weak scent of another animal.
[align=center][color=black][size=13pt]SHE DON'T LOVE ME
[size=8pt]she just love how i feel
valery — tba
valery — tba