THISTLE AND WEEDS // OPEN, JOINER

[buckingham barnes]

Learning to let go of his old life proved to be quite the difficulty. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to do, especially when you have a daily reminder of who you used to be. For Buckingham, his reminder was his metal prosthetic limb. Any time he glances at it, sees it's metal shine in the moonlight- he's reminded of who he was shaped to be. An assassin, a murderer, an assailant, and most importantly, an asset who used to be very loyal to his handler. He had been taught and told he was a weapon, and for the longest time, he believed it. Even when he broke away from his handler, he still struggled with who he was- his brain got conditioned so badly that there were parts of the asset he couldn't erase. Buckingham originally gave up, grimly accepting that being a murderer and assailant will forever be apart of him.

It wasn't until Buckingham abandoned what he called home- a rather violent, and dangerous place that Bucky wouldn't have lived in if it weren't for his former handler- that caused him to start thinking. He doesn't want to live a dangerous, murderous life anymore. He's tired of it, tired of the families he broke and enemies he made. He has to tell himself that he doesn't have to be that violent, out of control asset- he can be the person he chooses to be.

He can only hope that his life for now on won't be stained with blood. Or well, more stained with blood. While he looks clean on the outside, on the inside the maine coon was covered in blood. Blood from people he didn't even know the names of, innocents, and the guilty. There was no way for Buckingham to ignore what he's done in the past- he's surely been traveling through a river of blood. He can only hope that people won't catch on, or perhaps he'll be in a bad situation.

The maine coon found himself padding onto hot sand, eyes falling upon a beach that stretched far before him. Buckingham had been padding around aimlessly, not exactly paying attention to where he went. That was almost the exact opposite of him, as he's usually very alert and likes to be aware of his surroundings. When Buckingham began to wonder where he was, the scent of Sunhaven invaded his nostrils. A clan lives here. The male thought to himself, ears flattening to his skull. Bucky has been traveling around for a while now since he left his home, unsure where he was going to settle.

Perhaps it was like fate that Bucky ended up here. He was planning to eventually join a clan, hoping to find a new home that was far less violent. He had been traveling for months now, without a place to call home. He was never fully sure which clan would be the right one, but maybe this one will be different. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" The former assassin called out, feeling the sand between his paws as he looked out for any members nearby.