09-15-2018, 12:14 AM
☆ //YEETS THIS @ YALL SKSKSK IT SUCKS I'M SORRY
You know what? Fuck this. With each step he took, the young male grew increasingly irritated with his situation, and it didn't seem like it'd be letting up anytime soon.
Kirk had been traveling for... a while now - a week, maybe even two - and he had yet to find the rest of his "crew", let alone any sort of civilization. He knew he should've dipped out of that little "experiment" while he could, but it'd just been too tempting; he would get to go to space on an unprecedented mission. How cool was that? Well, as it turned out, not so cool, since their landing hadn't gone quite as planned and now he was stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere.
As the light-furred canine carried on on his trek, it was very obvious that he either knew very little, if anything, about clans, or he just didn't care, for he had long since passed the invisible line that marked the border of the Ascendants's territory. His feet were killing him, and, he'd admit, the worry that he wasn't ever going to find any civilization, or at least food, was mounting every moment that passed. He had nothing with him, for he'd been launched from the ship in their crash, separated from all his belongings and his crew.
What a gorgeous ship it had been, small, sure, as it had only been built for him and his two crewmates, but beautiful nonetheless. He and his crew had been hand-selected to be a part of the experiment, all three of them so privileged to get a chance at something no other animal would ever get to try. Kirk wasn't exactly surprised by their failure- humans were never able to quite get things right, from what he'd noticed, and, while picked for their skills, he and the others had also been chosen because they were animals- because they were expendable.
He pushed the thought aside as he trudged onward, jaws parted and tongue hanging out one side. He'd find someplace to stay soon enough, he was sure, if he only kept going.
"speech"
You know what? Fuck this. With each step he took, the young male grew increasingly irritated with his situation, and it didn't seem like it'd be letting up anytime soon.
Kirk had been traveling for... a while now - a week, maybe even two - and he had yet to find the rest of his "crew", let alone any sort of civilization. He knew he should've dipped out of that little "experiment" while he could, but it'd just been too tempting; he would get to go to space on an unprecedented mission. How cool was that? Well, as it turned out, not so cool, since their landing hadn't gone quite as planned and now he was stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere.
As the light-furred canine carried on on his trek, it was very obvious that he either knew very little, if anything, about clans, or he just didn't care, for he had long since passed the invisible line that marked the border of the Ascendants's territory. His feet were killing him, and, he'd admit, the worry that he wasn't ever going to find any civilization, or at least food, was mounting every moment that passed. He had nothing with him, for he'd been launched from the ship in their crash, separated from all his belongings and his crew.
What a gorgeous ship it had been, small, sure, as it had only been built for him and his two crewmates, but beautiful nonetheless. He and his crew had been hand-selected to be a part of the experiment, all three of them so privileged to get a chance at something no other animal would ever get to try. Kirk wasn't exactly surprised by their failure- humans were never able to quite get things right, from what he'd noticed, and, while picked for their skills, he and the others had also been chosen because they were animals- because they were expendable.
He pushed the thought aside as he trudged onward, jaws parted and tongue hanging out one side. He'd find someplace to stay soon enough, he was sure, if he only kept going.
"speech"
I WAS A HIGH SCHOOL ATOM BOMB
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