HEROES NEVER CRY | axle

[HAMMOND]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]He didn't like getting absorbed in memories of the past, they were detrimental to him, but ever since totally zoning out at the beach cleanup event Axle had wanted to return to the shoreline. Getting sentimental wasn't his style, Axle wanted to test himself and make sure that getting weary at the ground was nothing more than a fluke and bad timing. Head kept down, the male would lumber slowly across the wasteland, careful not to keep one paw on the ground for too long despite his sluggish movements elsewhere. Having left Aya to her own devices whilst he was travelling, Axle had had no intentions of going up to the female. He truly was acting like a shadow, one that was willfully silent and couldn't form full sentences efficiently when he was willing to converse. That was what muting himself did, with a natural stubbornness as well the Heeler didn't appear to want to change that.

Coming to a standstill once the fellow beach dweller appeared to notice that she wasn't alone, the male's honey coloured eyes drifted towards the young tortie's figure, blinks about as tortoise-paced as the rest of him. The bandanna wearing dog still didn't approach the female when she sussed him out, for a while he seemed to just be waiting to see if she'd just leave and grant him to solitude he often forced upon himself. Teeth slowly gritted as Axle realised that it wasn't an ideal thing to do, old-world morals nudging his paws to etch just a little bit closer to Aya. "Hmm," he grunted, signalling his position on the beach. Last thing he wanted was to spook a clanmate into thinking that a ghost was on the beach, then he wouldn't get left alone. At least now there was no need for alarm.