pafp broken cowboy || walk

greywhisker.

I'll take it to the grave if I have to
Aug 25, 2023
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shadows cast across the dim camp, blue eyes guiding a grey former warrior through the shadows. if you listened close enough, past the birdsong, and the soft thudding of his gentle heart- you may be able to hear the creaks and groans of his bones as they moved through the camp. where his maw fell short of complaining, his bones did not, and felt loud to him who had to feel the tugging and pulling of his muscles.

his fur but stringy and long, seemed a bit more vibrant today. perhaps the rough tongue pulling through where he could manage to reach showed to the careful eyes. Blue eyes of his own cast across camp, some peeled to the shadows, covered in a veil besides slow blinks of their eyes. And others meandered through their own morning grog as above them the few birds that have yet to leave let out a caw, causing his ear to flick.

what an awful sound to hear on such a serene morning. and finally, his gaze cast onto the leader, seeming unbusy (for the moment, even he knew leaders rarely had five seconds to themselves). But he was no stranger to bothering them, or any other leader before Mirestar. They needed their peace too, which included escaping camp for a few moments to breathe in the smell of pine and morning dew. "Oh Mirestar-" a charade, the back of a dingy once snow white paw placed upon his forehead in a display. His voice rumbled, and his whiskers twitched in amusement. "Ah fear ah may lose abil'ties 'n my limbs if ya do not escort me on a walk t' day."

If it was a serious request to speak to them alone, he would not make such a grand entrance as he did now. His eyes meet theirs with amusement filling his features. He had seemed to try to be making the dreary air lighter, for if he could not hunt or fight- he should at least entertain.

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