09-26-2018, 11:13 PM
I’m so fucking smart.
A wide grin was stretched over the mutt’s snout as he carefully rolled his precious cargo into his old leather satchel. Various herbs, sure enough to land him a good deal with a few rogues in the uncharted territories. Most of the ones he chose had catmint-like effects. Those were the ones that was sure to get him a good meal. He often laughed at how far he had fallen. The son of a long-lasting leader in a group far far away and now he had to resort to theivery to get his way. But ... he had sort of grown to love it. At the very least it was something he was good at. He wasn’t smart or ambitious like some of his siblings. Food was hard to come by, and especially when he happened upon a desert, he knew he wasn’t going to find anything special.
That is, until he caught scent of a group. Fidelio was ... politically challenged. He held no allegiance to any group, yet. He didn’t care to learn the names of the big powerful ones. It would be stupid to pass up on this oppurtunity.
Fidelio was a master at stealth and despite his apparent stupidity, he was actually quite crafty. Now, when he was caught, that would be a different story. His strength was not in physical combat. It could be by pure luck that he managed to sneak past without getting caught, but what mattered was that he made it and it was time to get his stolen goods away from here.
The German shepherd pomsky waited until night fell before slipping out from his hiding place and slowly making his way to the edge of the territory. The border was in sight before he decided to do something extremely stupid. He’d never had been so careless, but then again, he had never sucessfully stolen from a big Clan.
”Ciao, motherfuckers!” He screeched before breaking into a full-out run toward the border.
/might open it later after he gets his ass kicked
A wide grin was stretched over the mutt’s snout as he carefully rolled his precious cargo into his old leather satchel. Various herbs, sure enough to land him a good deal with a few rogues in the uncharted territories. Most of the ones he chose had catmint-like effects. Those were the ones that was sure to get him a good meal. He often laughed at how far he had fallen. The son of a long-lasting leader in a group far far away and now he had to resort to theivery to get his way. But ... he had sort of grown to love it. At the very least it was something he was good at. He wasn’t smart or ambitious like some of his siblings. Food was hard to come by, and especially when he happened upon a desert, he knew he wasn’t going to find anything special.
That is, until he caught scent of a group. Fidelio was ... politically challenged. He held no allegiance to any group, yet. He didn’t care to learn the names of the big powerful ones. It would be stupid to pass up on this oppurtunity.
Fidelio was a master at stealth and despite his apparent stupidity, he was actually quite crafty. Now, when he was caught, that would be a different story. His strength was not in physical combat. It could be by pure luck that he managed to sneak past without getting caught, but what mattered was that he made it and it was time to get his stolen goods away from here.
The German shepherd pomsky waited until night fell before slipping out from his hiding place and slowly making his way to the edge of the territory. The border was in sight before he decided to do something extremely stupid. He’d never had been so careless, but then again, he had never sucessfully stolen from a big Clan.
”Ciao, motherfuckers!” He screeched before breaking into a full-out run toward the border.
/might open it later after he gets his ass kicked