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anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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With a sigh, Duskpool sat amongst the others awake this early in the morning, just barely glimpsing a waking sun as a blossom of colors weaved through the cerulean, billowing out like watercolors. Despite the soreness, the battered warrior remained awake throughout the night, tenser than a spring and waiting for the pack of mutts to rear their heads for another round, but it was quiet, or as quiet as it could be with the steady breaths of sleeping cats and the occasional insomniac sitting amongst them.
He rumbled, soft and bittersweet. With a sweeping gaze through the lumbering bodies, Duskpool wouldn’t be seeing some of them unless he spotted them at a gathering or in battle. It was disconnecting, spending time with them, and facing harboring events that left them better or for worse. It was a miracle they survived—barely, his mind helplessly supplied.
His muscles rippled beneath an obsidian coat to shift into a more comfortable position, humming softly while peering up at the watercolored sky blooming with pinks and oranges that created a melancholy atmosphere, just knowing.
The male offered no words to the waking crowd, offering the occasional dip of his helm to those who glanced his way. It would be time to say goodbye. To split, leaving behind the oddly make-shift clan that bonded them with mingling scents that no longer smelt like home. He’d miss it. He’d miss them, but he supposed he should be thankful for the time he spent traveling.
The fluttering memories of when they crossed the bridge and now? He snorted, grinning. Times have changed, haven’t they? He thought, his expression clouded.
He blinked, letting his helm tip back to enjoy the rising sun.
/ @orangeblossom @HONEYJAW @GREENEYES @milkpaw this takes place early in the morning before the first group leaves ! so everyone is more than welcome to say their goodbyes before the groups officially split ^^
He rumbled, soft and bittersweet. With a sweeping gaze through the lumbering bodies, Duskpool wouldn’t be seeing some of them unless he spotted them at a gathering or in battle. It was disconnecting, spending time with them, and facing harboring events that left them better or for worse. It was a miracle they survived—barely, his mind helplessly supplied.
His muscles rippled beneath an obsidian coat to shift into a more comfortable position, humming softly while peering up at the watercolored sky blooming with pinks and oranges that created a melancholy atmosphere, just knowing.
The male offered no words to the waking crowd, offering the occasional dip of his helm to those who glanced his way. It would be time to say goodbye. To split, leaving behind the oddly make-shift clan that bonded them with mingling scents that no longer smelt like home. He’d miss it. He’d miss them, but he supposed he should be thankful for the time he spent traveling.
The fluttering memories of when they crossed the bridge and now? He snorted, grinning. Times have changed, haven’t they? He thought, his expression clouded.
He blinked, letting his helm tip back to enjoy the rising sun.
/ @orangeblossom @HONEYJAW @GREENEYES @milkpaw this takes place early in the morning before the first group leaves ! so everyone is more than welcome to say their goodbyes before the groups officially split ^^
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