07-25-2018, 05:23 PM
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natriumguard (nathan "nate" milia) — male — tanglewood
well, this was not what he had in mind when planning out today.
but, things didn't always go as planned. he tried to make sure they did, however he was no psychic nor was he a god by any means. he can attempt to control fate but he could only do so much. things change, after all. he cannot possibly predict every single outcome. and, things had certainly changed today. finding alternate versions of him not far away is not a regular occurrence and he wished to investigate. he hopes his other version hasn't fucked up shit too much.
the wolf's research, even after everything, was more important to him than anything else. well, everything besides survival, perhaps. he had learned of the groups from word of others and he personally felt an interest towards tanglewood. its reserved, slightly chaotic nature felt suitable to him, as much as roy would attempt to protest. bo didn't seem to pay much mind to the idea, though. it didn't matter either way. he was the host - not them, even if their memories and thoughts were now attached to him.
nate thought it wise to go by a different alias now. he did not want anyone to mistake him for any other potential versions of himself. besides, roy seemed to enjoy the idea of getting one of those tribal names. so, he picked one out for himself. simple enough. now all that was left was to join. roy liked being in groups, but bo and himself preferred isolation. perhaps roy would excel here.
the male stepped upon the border of the marsh, scanning the territory silently. there would be much to explore. he already was aware of some of the dangers that lurked within it and was curious about them. he personally liked that it was such an unwelcoming territory. he didn't desire others to easily access his own shit either. despite this, he didn't really like swamps. it was fine though. he'd get over it.
he'd clear his throat, hoping someone would arrive soon. he wished to get to the point. "greetings," nate called, his deep voice blank as he did. his expression was neutral as he looked upon the territory. "my name is natriumguard and i've come to join." hopefully this would be worth it.
but, things didn't always go as planned. he tried to make sure they did, however he was no psychic nor was he a god by any means. he can attempt to control fate but he could only do so much. things change, after all. he cannot possibly predict every single outcome. and, things had certainly changed today. finding alternate versions of him not far away is not a regular occurrence and he wished to investigate. he hopes his other version hasn't fucked up shit too much.
the wolf's research, even after everything, was more important to him than anything else. well, everything besides survival, perhaps. he had learned of the groups from word of others and he personally felt an interest towards tanglewood. its reserved, slightly chaotic nature felt suitable to him, as much as roy would attempt to protest. bo didn't seem to pay much mind to the idea, though. it didn't matter either way. he was the host - not them, even if their memories and thoughts were now attached to him.
nate thought it wise to go by a different alias now. he did not want anyone to mistake him for any other potential versions of himself. besides, roy seemed to enjoy the idea of getting one of those tribal names. so, he picked one out for himself. simple enough. now all that was left was to join. roy liked being in groups, but bo and himself preferred isolation. perhaps roy would excel here.
the male stepped upon the border of the marsh, scanning the territory silently. there would be much to explore. he already was aware of some of the dangers that lurked within it and was curious about them. he personally liked that it was such an unwelcoming territory. he didn't desire others to easily access his own shit either. despite this, he didn't really like swamps. it was fine though. he'd get over it.
he'd clear his throat, hoping someone would arrive soon. he wished to get to the point. "greetings," nate called, his deep voice blank as he did. his expression was neutral as he looked upon the territory. "my name is natriumguard and i've come to join." hopefully this would be worth it.
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.