[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ there's a leopon ghost hanging around too but dempsey can't see him. your character is free to notice him, and he should show up in this thread, but dempsey won't believe anyone telling him that he's there. you don't have to wait for him to post lmao
It sort of makes sense that he should end up in a ghost town. He had spent the last six months of his life in a graveyard, treading between tombstones both real and imagined. It's for the greater good, they had said. All of them, as if it somehow made a difference to hear it. (It didn't, he had still lost.) For a while, Dempsey had sort of lost himself to the drift, and then to life. He kept chasing memories like butterflies down abandoned side streets. His paws tracked dust in places that no living beings had touched for an eternity. His whole life, there had been this thrum deep in his chest, some desire to keep moving. He had a life to live, goals to meet, to surpass. Then, in a matter of minutes, everything stopped. Years of steady momentum were fully halted, time itself freezing and falling flat to the ground. In that moment, it all meant nothing to him. Those empty streets were the only ones he felt comfortable in.
It didn't take him more than a day to realize that the 'dome wasn't home anymore, 'cause it always took two people for that and he hadn't really had himself after that. So he'd walked, and walked. Dempsey had always been a warrior, but now his body is smeared with dirt instead of blood, and his paws are calloused from walking, not fighting. There were a few people who gave him strange sorta looks, and a few others who'd tried to whisper something he couldn't accept. Either way, he could never stay in a place for too long. Sometimes he wonders if Rey's getting tired of watching him run away — then he remembers he doesn't believe in heaven and shuts up before he changes his damn mind.
Today's stop is a place he would have hated six months ago. It feels claustrophobic as he weaves through the trees, huffing frequently and pausing to tear through vines. He's got mud halfway up his legs, and he can almost hear Rey laughing at him, or see his smirk. The leopon had always been a better climber, but that's literally comparing a cat to a dog. Eventually, it gets to the point that he can't take it anymore. The pharaoh hound mix scrabbles to the top of a particularly thick cypress root and settles there, crouched awkwardly to maintain his balance. He hadn't had a home in mind since the day Rey kicked him out, but this sure as hell wasn't it. "What'd you get yourself into this time, Dempsey?" he sighs.
It sort of makes sense that he should end up in a ghost town. He had spent the last six months of his life in a graveyard, treading between tombstones both real and imagined. It's for the greater good, they had said. All of them, as if it somehow made a difference to hear it. (It didn't, he had still lost.) For a while, Dempsey had sort of lost himself to the drift, and then to life. He kept chasing memories like butterflies down abandoned side streets. His paws tracked dust in places that no living beings had touched for an eternity. His whole life, there had been this thrum deep in his chest, some desire to keep moving. He had a life to live, goals to meet, to surpass. Then, in a matter of minutes, everything stopped. Years of steady momentum were fully halted, time itself freezing and falling flat to the ground. In that moment, it all meant nothing to him. Those empty streets were the only ones he felt comfortable in.
It didn't take him more than a day to realize that the 'dome wasn't home anymore, 'cause it always took two people for that and he hadn't really had himself after that. So he'd walked, and walked. Dempsey had always been a warrior, but now his body is smeared with dirt instead of blood, and his paws are calloused from walking, not fighting. There were a few people who gave him strange sorta looks, and a few others who'd tried to whisper something he couldn't accept. Either way, he could never stay in a place for too long. Sometimes he wonders if Rey's getting tired of watching him run away — then he remembers he doesn't believe in heaven and shuts up before he changes his damn mind.
Today's stop is a place he would have hated six months ago. It feels claustrophobic as he weaves through the trees, huffing frequently and pausing to tear through vines. He's got mud halfway up his legs, and he can almost hear Rey laughing at him, or see his smirk. The leopon had always been a better climber, but that's literally comparing a cat to a dog. Eventually, it gets to the point that he can't take it anymore. The pharaoh hound mix scrabbles to the top of a particularly thick cypress root and settles there, crouched awkwardly to maintain his balance. He hadn't had a home in mind since the day Rey kicked him out, but this sure as hell wasn't it. "What'd you get yourself into this time, Dempsey?" he sighs.
body details since he doesn't have tags yet:
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[color=transparent]—-— WELL I’M AS LONESOME AS THE CATACOMBS
[ I HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME BUT NO ONE'S THERE ]
[ I HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME BUT NO ONE'S THERE ]
DEMPSEY. MEMBER OF TANGLEWOOD. PHARAOH HOUND MIX. ½ DEMO. TAGS [color=transparent]———
