- Jan 6, 2023
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"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"
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//this is set after the skirmish so any injuries are gonna be vague aside from his plotted ones.
The wind howled outside the medicine den, Houndthistle's large shape outlined in the shadows as he laid near the entrance, watching the way the grass whipped over the lip of camp, waving like angry tails over the horizon, ready to pounce into camp. Between his large paws sat a small little tortie shape. His left eye was heavily bandaged, leaving the single smoldering ember in his eye to glance tiredly down at the child between his paws, gruff voice humorous as he hummed in response to her pleads for a story. "A story, huh? Yeah... yeah I got stories... but are ya brave 'nough to handle 'em?" He teased, gruff accented voice playful. A wince as he adjusted his weight, checking to see if anyone else would like to listen in to his stories as he settled himself in to get ready.
"I'll tell ya the story 'bout ol' Thorn Claws," He began, lips quirking slightly in a smile, "Thorn Claws was a rogue I once met when I was a li'l whelp, a bit older then ya are now, and he was a nasty tom, that Thorn Claws. He only ever showed up when I was doin' somethin' I knew I shouldn' and he'd take one of his claws, waving it in the air," He paused, lifting one of his own paws, unsheathing a claw and mimicking the motion as he told the story, "An' go 'no, no. Don' ya daaare.' But I was a kid... what'd he know, right?" He shrugged, adding onto the story with his motions to sell it, even throwing in a roll of his eyes-well, eye-for flare, "So I'd keep doin' what I wanted. Eventually, I got curious. I follow't Thorn Claws after he came one day, curious 'bout him. An' can ya guess what I saw 'im do?" He said with a curious tilt, wry smile on his lips.
The wind howled outside the medicine den, Houndthistle's large shape outlined in the shadows as he laid near the entrance, watching the way the grass whipped over the lip of camp, waving like angry tails over the horizon, ready to pounce into camp. Between his large paws sat a small little tortie shape. His left eye was heavily bandaged, leaving the single smoldering ember in his eye to glance tiredly down at the child between his paws, gruff voice humorous as he hummed in response to her pleads for a story. "A story, huh? Yeah... yeah I got stories... but are ya brave 'nough to handle 'em?" He teased, gruff accented voice playful. A wince as he adjusted his weight, checking to see if anyone else would like to listen in to his stories as he settled himself in to get ready.
"I'll tell ya the story 'bout ol' Thorn Claws," He began, lips quirking slightly in a smile, "Thorn Claws was a rogue I once met when I was a li'l whelp, a bit older then ya are now, and he was a nasty tom, that Thorn Claws. He only ever showed up when I was doin' somethin' I knew I shouldn' and he'd take one of his claws, waving it in the air," He paused, lifting one of his own paws, unsheathing a claw and mimicking the motion as he told the story, "An' go 'no, no. Don' ya daaare.' But I was a kid... what'd he know, right?" He shrugged, adding onto the story with his motions to sell it, even throwing in a roll of his eyes-well, eye-for flare, "So I'd keep doin' what I wanted. Eventually, I got curious. I follow't Thorn Claws after he came one day, curious 'bout him. An' can ya guess what I saw 'im do?" He said with a curious tilt, wry smile on his lips.
"speech"
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Physical Health
⤷ left eye is blinded, deep bite wound and claw marks in chest, stomach, and shoulders.Who Knows atm
Mental Health
98% -
Single | Bicurious | Not actively looking | Interested in none currently
Houndthistle is both an easy one to gain the trust of and impossible to gain the trust of. He'll rarely reveal personal information or be vulnerable-if he's even capable of such things-but he will show trust in his willingness to lay his life down. To gain it, he needs evidence that you're loyal and strong, same as him, otherwise he understands he may one day have to come head to head with you.
— will start fights / will not flee / will not show mercy
— excels at Fighting, Tracking, Following Orders, Intimidation
— poor at climbing, swimming, stealth, talking, strategy, politics
— sounds like: deep, gravelled and thick with a sort of country accent / Arthur Morgan
— smells of iron, leather, and wood
— speech is #435E75