07-19-2018, 07:03 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Axle's confidence in his directions would never increase. To a wanderer, the world was a dying place and all of these varying places had no purpose within a one-track mind. Something about the Heeler felt... different, in comparison to what had been racing through his mind just weeks ago, but an introspective look into his own life wasn't good for his health. It was best not to question what had changed, unless old anxieties pried for their return. Wet soils within the marshes caused his toes to feel suffocated, trapped between water and mud and all other nasty things that marred his spotted paws. His tongue dry and cracked did not dare to touch the contaminated, murky liquids that seemed around him like quicksand, even if he had been able to. A 'trap' was on his snout so to speak, an iron muzzle created by humans and mastered by the beasts he'd been surrounded by for weeks whilst in a dazed state. In the words of others, he had been 'captured', it hadn't been the first time someone had taken advantage of a disorientated dog and it surely wouldn't be the last.
No amounts of jutting his head around and rubbing callous leather against the wildlife of this world had been able to get the cage off of his mouth, and with a chain wrapped around his neck, connected to the muzzle, the light pressing against his windpipe was starting to tire the male out. He needed this thing off, and he didn't care how he'd have to do it so long as it was sunk within the swamps at the end of the day. Honey coloured eyes growing a temporary glaze to them as a girl with lovely blonde hair danced around his vision, Axle gave a few hardened blinks. It was a vision that was persistent to disappear, thirst and hunger combined together with his grief to make an ugly image that made his heart throb with guilt. You could've protected me, why didn't you protect me? He followed that waving girl until she faded into obscurity, a grimace appearing on the face of the Cattle Dog.
Deep into foreign territory he was, and though his jaws may've been clamped together by a malicious device his nose still scented danger past the rust and blood on the sides of his face. Desperation had kicked in for the male by now, with seemingly no natural way of eradicating his burdens he had to get the help of those who he refused to associate with. Clanners, groups that fed on distrust and lies and stole resources that could've been used by him, yet for all of his cynicism they had their uses. Whether they consented to the disgruntled looking trespasser's request or not, Axle would get what he wanted. He had to make sure of it, else he'd be stuck as a hound too vulnerable for this world's cruelty. Asking nicely would've just given credibility to his favour in certain places, but such a thing was alien nowadays. Instead, the blue heeler settled down slowly within the polluted territory, eyes flickering like half-dead lights as he kept an eye out for ambushes. Axle refused to sit, refused to calm down, but for now at least, he'd stand still until he'd thought of how to approach this.
No amounts of jutting his head around and rubbing callous leather against the wildlife of this world had been able to get the cage off of his mouth, and with a chain wrapped around his neck, connected to the muzzle, the light pressing against his windpipe was starting to tire the male out. He needed this thing off, and he didn't care how he'd have to do it so long as it was sunk within the swamps at the end of the day. Honey coloured eyes growing a temporary glaze to them as a girl with lovely blonde hair danced around his vision, Axle gave a few hardened blinks. It was a vision that was persistent to disappear, thirst and hunger combined together with his grief to make an ugly image that made his heart throb with guilt. You could've protected me, why didn't you protect me? He followed that waving girl until she faded into obscurity, a grimace appearing on the face of the Cattle Dog.
Deep into foreign territory he was, and though his jaws may've been clamped together by a malicious device his nose still scented danger past the rust and blood on the sides of his face. Desperation had kicked in for the male by now, with seemingly no natural way of eradicating his burdens he had to get the help of those who he refused to associate with. Clanners, groups that fed on distrust and lies and stole resources that could've been used by him, yet for all of his cynicism they had their uses. Whether they consented to the disgruntled looking trespasser's request or not, Axle would get what he wanted. He had to make sure of it, else he'd be stuck as a hound too vulnerable for this world's cruelty. Asking nicely would've just given credibility to his favour in certain places, but such a thing was alien nowadays. Instead, the blue heeler settled down slowly within the polluted territory, eyes flickering like half-dead lights as he kept an eye out for ambushes. Axle refused to sit, refused to calm down, but for now at least, he'd stand still until he'd thought of how to approach this.
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
———————「 tanglewood / [color=black]tags / blue heeler / @ PYRO 」 ———————
