08-19-2018, 11:14 PM
gotta sleep early bc gotta do school shit & clean the entire house tomorrow so here's a very wip joining thread lmao:
run, run, run.
blood-stained heavy paws thunder across the ground, heaving and hoarse breaths accompanying the booms in a tiring melody. muscles within the overworked limbs were crying out for a break, but he wouldn't allow it, even if a million thoughts are making it so easy to just want to stop. the echos bouncing around his skull vary in voices, all of which are easy to distinguish. he can hear the loud screeching of the large brutes that had done nothing but ruin his short life so far. although he spent the majority of his life in captivity after the rouge group kidnapped him, their language is still so foreign to him, everything he could remember coming out of their mouths sounding like rabid gibberish. the more his mind plays their voices, the more his wounds and fresh scars aches as a reminder of what they've done to him and his tribe for the many, many months.
blood-stained heavy paws thunder across the ground, heaving and hoarse breaths accompanying the booms in a tiring melody. muscles within the overworked limbs were crying out for a break, but he wouldn't allow it, even if a million thoughts are making it so easy to just want to stop. the echos bouncing around his skull vary in voices, all of which are easy to distinguish. he can hear the loud screeching of the large brutes that had done nothing but ruin his short life so far. although he spent the majority of his life in captivity after the rouge group kidnapped him, their language is still so foreign to him, everything he could remember coming out of their mouths sounding like rabid gibberish. the more his mind plays their voices, the more his wounds and fresh scars aches as a reminder of what they've done to him and his tribe for the many, many months.
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blood-stained heavy paws thunder across the ground, heaving and hoarse breaths accompanying the booms in a tiring melody. muscles within the overworked limbs were crying out for a break, but he wouldn't allow it, even if a million thoughts are making it so easy to just want to [i]stop.[/i] the echos bouncing around his skull vary in voices, all of which are easy to distinguish. he can hear the loud screeching of the large brutes that had done nothing but ruin his short life so far. although he spent the majority of his life in captivity after the rouge group kidnapped him, their language is still so foreign to him, everything he could remember coming out of their mouths sounding like rabid gibberish. the more his mind plays their voices, the more his wounds and fresh scars aches as a reminder of what they've done to him and his tribe for the many, many months.[/div][/align]i don't remember how to write, send help
i got your girl on panic, iced out my wrist, titanic ☾* premades ☾* gone