08-31-2018, 04:21 PM
29. why is y/c still in snowbound?
Dagon looked about their room, found a sigh releasing him, then stepped outside, his brown fur growing to accomodate for the cold. He stepped out, looking at his paw prints in the snow. He fucking hated the snow. He hated how cold Snowbound was. He hated that there wasn’t enough food and Stryker could suck his dick-
This was was the only other home they’ve ever had. This was home to them, they established a place here, they divided a room for them and they all had their own safe space. Well, except for Desdemona. She hadn’t been out for long enough yet to mark her own territory.
In light of the takeover, Dagon had already considered running. That was what they did last time, right? They ran away, to somewhere safer. Maybe Sunhaven was safe for them. They loved Sunhaven, it was beautiful. It was warm and managed to bring a smile to the moody drunk’s maw. Dagon wondered what kind of consequences there for ditching. A traitor, like Jacob? Something else? A bad reputation? The reputation, he could live with. Dimitri… He looked over at the cabin. Maybe not so much.
They couldn’t run. They had too much here. Leave it all behind. Be free. None of these people matter. Sometimes, he could agree with Desdemona. Maybe he liked her. They were both more pessimist and depressing, but Desdemona got something from the chaos.
Chaos he didn’t want to be a part of. Chaos, he was better off without.
Dagon looked about their room, found a sigh releasing him, then stepped outside, his brown fur growing to accomodate for the cold. He stepped out, looking at his paw prints in the snow. He fucking hated the snow. He hated how cold Snowbound was. He hated that there wasn’t enough food and Stryker could suck his dick-
This was was the only other home they’ve ever had. This was home to them, they established a place here, they divided a room for them and they all had their own safe space. Well, except for Desdemona. She hadn’t been out for long enough yet to mark her own territory.
In light of the takeover, Dagon had already considered running. That was what they did last time, right? They ran away, to somewhere safer. Maybe Sunhaven was safe for them. They loved Sunhaven, it was beautiful. It was warm and managed to bring a smile to the moody drunk’s maw. Dagon wondered what kind of consequences there for ditching. A traitor, like Jacob? Something else? A bad reputation? The reputation, he could live with. Dimitri… He looked over at the cabin. Maybe not so much.
They couldn’t run. They had too much here. Leave it all behind. Be free. None of these people matter. Sometimes, he could agree with Desdemona. Maybe he liked her. They were both more pessimist and depressing, but Desdemona got something from the chaos.
Chaos he didn’t want to be a part of. Chaos, he was better off without.