- Jun 7, 2022
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❝ Nights've grown longer while the world creeps to leafbare. With the world golden red by sun, all the day's warmth is confined to those few short hours. Darkness creeps up quickly an' lingers far longer, a heavy blanket over the river territory they've all claimed as their home. With the blessing of easy moons behind them, worries began to prey at the corners of his mind. His injury's healed well enough in time that he will not be useless through the frosty times ahead of them, but...well, he worries nonetheless. It'd become something commonplace. Something– his. Community'd never suited him the way it did others. They were equals. Hound was the shepherd's dog circling the flock with watchful eyes. Don't stray too far, he warns, eyes gleaming in the dark, there are monsters out there. It's how he feels now, most'f his clanmates asleep in their nests. There were a few others like him, who stirred at the slightest of sounds or wasted their nights with eyes on the moon.
It's a day of note that Hound finds himself similarly enamored by the sight. Though it paints a fine mist of silver across their ground, and sends ripples of light through the quivering leaves, the moon itself rarely ensnared him so. It's a byproduct of his restlessness, that he has the opportunity to see it now. Idling paws take him from place to place around the camp, and only settle at the river's bank. Cool water laps at his paws, silvery offerings here and gone again as the waves roll out. Even with the threat that shadowed water holds, Houndsnarl finds himself all too tempted to wade in deeper. Maybe he'd float away, lose himself to the peace. What a life that'd be, lived on the water's surface with no back to watch but his own– he doubts he'd survive it at all. Too much in him demands another to protect.
Seems he's not included in that, though. The chocolate tom wades deeper under the cover of night, to his shoulders and then deeper still, head ducked under the waves though callused paws still touch the soft dirt beneath him. It feels good, away from the world. A little bit of calm that he swallows up like honey.
It's a day of note that Hound finds himself similarly enamored by the sight. Though it paints a fine mist of silver across their ground, and sends ripples of light through the quivering leaves, the moon itself rarely ensnared him so. It's a byproduct of his restlessness, that he has the opportunity to see it now. Idling paws take him from place to place around the camp, and only settle at the river's bank. Cool water laps at his paws, silvery offerings here and gone again as the waves roll out. Even with the threat that shadowed water holds, Houndsnarl finds himself all too tempted to wade in deeper. Maybe he'd float away, lose himself to the peace. What a life that'd be, lived on the water's surface with no back to watch but his own– he doubts he'd survive it at all. Too much in him demands another to protect.
Seems he's not included in that, though. The chocolate tom wades deeper under the cover of night, to his shoulders and then deeper still, head ducked under the waves though callused paws still touch the soft dirt beneath him. It feels good, away from the world. A little bit of calm that he swallows up like honey.
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ooc: just a note that hound will probably send apprentices or kits straight to bed if they show up asfaksfhj
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──── houndsnarl. trans male, he/him pronouns.
──── approximately 30 moons old, or 2.5 years.
──── bisexual with firm male preference; single.
──── a chocolate tabby with ( stylized ) low white and intense lime eyes. lean and lanky, with whiplike musculature and a long, quick stride. hound's notable features include his impressive height, the long scar across the left side of his face from nose to jaw, his very deep, dense fur, and the confident manner with which he conducts himself. - "speech"
