08-21-2022, 08:14 PM
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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: white;"]IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
Home.
He spent what felt like eons searching for a place to call his own. Here, he would find it — a piece of land to assign his own name to within the confines of the Ghastly Ranch's fences. But this home would not be without its downsides. The group as a whole was isolated enough from the rest of the Beyond, sure, but how would he fair with the denizens of the Ranch themselves? He hadn't worked with them long enough to determine if they were better partners or parasites, but the majority of their first impressions weren't unimpressive. At the very least, he figured that these humble beginnings wouldn't be the worst to deal with.
Del listened to their Mayor's words promising a potential promotion for all who survive long enough on the Ranch, and a soft snort erupted from him. Interesting words, though with the experience he had, it all meant very little to the shepherd. The ranching lifestyle was all that Delgado Byrne knew, from birth to his inevitable death. What would make this place any different? "Don't care for no promotion, s'long's I got a roof over my head," the canine drawled as he adjusted the brown hat resting upon his skull that protected his fading vision from the powerful summer sun. This was his first time being a part of one of these groups; he had lived in a far less rigid farming community for the rest of his life. Did a title matter that much in one of these? That felt confusing to him, though perhaps it was a custom he would have to adjust to.
He continued to make his way over to where the vampiric lion and the much smaller feline were gathered, discussing the workload that would be put upon the group. He didn't really care what the work would look like, especially since the Ranch was just now setting up shop. At the end of the day, he was a natural workhorse, typically keeping to his preferred ranching but willing to expand to other fields if need be — which, of course, would be necessary in the Ranch's infancy stages. Which further begged the question — "Assumin' yer idea of work ain't 'sit on yer ass 'n' watch paint dry', what's the first order of business here, Blood?" Icy blue eyes now settled upon the dark-pelted lion, awaiting the great beast's next command. Surely there was something to get done around here.
He spent what felt like eons searching for a place to call his own. Here, he would find it — a piece of land to assign his own name to within the confines of the Ghastly Ranch's fences. But this home would not be without its downsides. The group as a whole was isolated enough from the rest of the Beyond, sure, but how would he fair with the denizens of the Ranch themselves? He hadn't worked with them long enough to determine if they were better partners or parasites, but the majority of their first impressions weren't unimpressive. At the very least, he figured that these humble beginnings wouldn't be the worst to deal with.
Del listened to their Mayor's words promising a potential promotion for all who survive long enough on the Ranch, and a soft snort erupted from him. Interesting words, though with the experience he had, it all meant very little to the shepherd. The ranching lifestyle was all that Delgado Byrne knew, from birth to his inevitable death. What would make this place any different? "Don't care for no promotion, s'long's I got a roof over my head," the canine drawled as he adjusted the brown hat resting upon his skull that protected his fading vision from the powerful summer sun. This was his first time being a part of one of these groups; he had lived in a far less rigid farming community for the rest of his life. Did a title matter that much in one of these? That felt confusing to him, though perhaps it was a custom he would have to adjust to.
He continued to make his way over to where the vampiric lion and the much smaller feline were gathered, discussing the workload that would be put upon the group. He didn't really care what the work would look like, especially since the Ranch was just now setting up shop. At the end of the day, he was a natural workhorse, typically keeping to his preferred ranching but willing to expand to other fields if need be — which, of course, would be necessary in the Ranch's infancy stages. Which further begged the question — "Assumin' yer idea of work ain't 'sit on yer ass 'n' watch paint dry', what's the first order of business here, Blood?" Icy blue eyes now settled upon the dark-pelted lion, awaiting the great beast's next command. Surely there was something to get done around here.
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haha rip these goofs