03-26-2018, 10:22 AM
//uuhhh no matter how ya look at it since school’s back in session i doubt im gonna get the motivation to do the big ol’ entry i had planned so like. now or never yknow? he’s Here Now
“[color=black]’EY! Who’s here?” Somebody was. Had to be. He could smell them. The mongrel’s right eye and ear may have suffered from the bulbous growth that disfigured them, but his nose? Scarred, but functioning.
To be entirely fair, Warboy was not a sight for sore eyes. A dog of...some kind, missing his fur in several places, with meticulous scarification etched into his exposed skin. Miscellaneous diagrams were scored there in something akin to religious fervor. His face was the worst, arguably. Though most of Warboy’s wounds were self-inflicted, none were more obvious than the gore upon his face, where the corners of his mouth were slit beyond their natural endings. The left side had apparently been shut with thick, durable staples at one point. The metal bits caught light and flashed as he shook his head, snuffling along the border.
No, this animal wasn’t the kind one might think to greet fondly (or at all, for fear of assault or transmitted disease) but he stood his ground, flanks heaving beneath the layer of white powder he covered himself in. Soot, or something equally dark, was layered around his eyes and forehead, pawed clumsily onto his hairless ears as well. Perhaps it was war paint.
“[color=black]Guess I’ll go find ya...” He grumbled, marching past the pungent area without hesitation.
“[color=black]’EY! Who’s here?” Somebody was. Had to be. He could smell them. The mongrel’s right eye and ear may have suffered from the bulbous growth that disfigured them, but his nose? Scarred, but functioning.
To be entirely fair, Warboy was not a sight for sore eyes. A dog of...some kind, missing his fur in several places, with meticulous scarification etched into his exposed skin. Miscellaneous diagrams were scored there in something akin to religious fervor. His face was the worst, arguably. Though most of Warboy’s wounds were self-inflicted, none were more obvious than the gore upon his face, where the corners of his mouth were slit beyond their natural endings. The left side had apparently been shut with thick, durable staples at one point. The metal bits caught light and flashed as he shook his head, snuffling along the border.
No, this animal wasn’t the kind one might think to greet fondly (or at all, for fear of assault or transmitted disease) but he stood his ground, flanks heaving beneath the layer of white powder he covered himself in. Soot, or something equally dark, was layered around his eyes and forehead, pawed clumsily onto his hairless ears as well. Perhaps it was war paint.
“[color=black]Guess I’ll go find ya...” He grumbled, marching past the pungent area without hesitation.