06-01-2018, 04:23 PM
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geddy — male — the ascendants
he has washed himself so many times by now that it's a surprise he wasn't sparkling or some shit. but, that damn smell still wouldn't go away. he still felt like he was covered in ashes and could hear the flames burn relentlessly. the air felt tight still, even though he knew he could breathe just fine. everything about that day lingered, and he was starting to suffocate. he needed to find a new home. it'd been a few months by now, surely. he'd lost track of time, in all honesty.
so, the lonely, pants wearing orange iguana ended up here. wherever here was. he'd heard word about the clans growing larger and figured this would be the easiest way for him to find a new home. there was no good reason for him to stay at his old one, after all; no matter how badly he wanted to. there was nothing left. and, it hurt to be there. it made it very hard to breathe and it was scary. there was nothing to take with him, other than the yellow, baggy clothes he always wore anyway. most others would find them pretty uncomfortable, but he grew up with them. they were a comfort.
the large iguana didn't honestly care much about the territory or nature of the group, so long as it wasn't filled with a bunch of jerks. he didn't know much about the group in general, so he couldn't make a fair judgement over whether it would be or not. heck, he didn't even really know the group's name. geddy didn't care too much, though. he just needed a new home and this happened to be the first group he arrived at. hopefully it wasn't filled with jerks.
geddy sighed and straightened himself up slightly. "aye," he called, voice a little shaky. he hadn't used it much these past couple months. "may i join this place?" he said next, figuring somebody would hear. he was pretty loud, in all honesty, although he'd been very quiet lately. damn near silent, so his voice was a little out of practice. the iguana's expression was mostly blank as he stood there, stiff. hopefully this went okay. he wanted to breathe again.
so, the lonely, pants wearing orange iguana ended up here. wherever here was. he'd heard word about the clans growing larger and figured this would be the easiest way for him to find a new home. there was no good reason for him to stay at his old one, after all; no matter how badly he wanted to. there was nothing left. and, it hurt to be there. it made it very hard to breathe and it was scary. there was nothing to take with him, other than the yellow, baggy clothes he always wore anyway. most others would find them pretty uncomfortable, but he grew up with them. they were a comfort.
the large iguana didn't honestly care much about the territory or nature of the group, so long as it wasn't filled with a bunch of jerks. he didn't know much about the group in general, so he couldn't make a fair judgement over whether it would be or not. heck, he didn't even really know the group's name. geddy didn't care too much, though. he just needed a new home and this happened to be the first group he arrived at. hopefully it wasn't filled with jerks.
geddy sighed and straightened himself up slightly. "aye," he called, voice a little shaky. he hadn't used it much these past couple months. "may i join this place?" he said next, figuring somebody would hear. he was pretty loud, in all honesty, although he'd been very quiet lately. damn near silent, so his voice was a little out of practice. the iguana's expression was mostly blank as he stood there, stiff. hopefully this went okay. he wanted to breathe again.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.