11-04-2018, 09:27 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]A change of scenery. In an attempt to summarise his original reason for joining the Rosebloods, one could say that he too needed a change of scenery. There was something refreshing in staying in one place, contradictory to the norm because usually it was traveling that felt anew. And yet, living a nomad's life, meant that frequent changes of the environment around him was something he expected. The road, endless and long, was filled with all kinds of life and biomes. Sometimes, he got tired from change, the frequently buzzing differences, the instability. It was nice to just stay in one place, it was a change he was willing to embrace because it meant that the world could finally stay still. His whole life had been an uneasy shuffle, fidgeting with a lack of clarity, no solid ground. Even then, moving to the Rosebloods didn't welcome a whole number of positives. He was, more or less, basing his opinions on what he expected to be reaped from the future - a future where he'd finally be used to the social life of living within a group, depending on each other to survival. They flaunted themselves to be great and so he expected it from them.
As of now, he was still surprised by a number of things. He didn't expect there to still be so much walking, patrolling and checking for newcomers, intruders or other foreigners. It was good to be on high alert. He hadn't kept his guard up when he was journeying to the Rosebloods himself. He had a leather bag, filled with documents, medicines and other items of interest - stolen. Perry didn't have anything to defend himself and so he came to the group empty pawed, vulnerable. To be honest, he wasn't afraid for his life. He wouldn't mind if his chapter were to end here: erased, vanished, gone. It didn't matter to him because the universe felt too mundane for him to care about. He did, however, miss the collection of plays he had bought from merchants. One of them was an absurdist play, written by Samuel Beckett, under the name Waiting for Godot. It wasn't exactly a read for anyone and he doubted the thief would have had any interest in the text. Existentialism usually bored others but he found it absolutely fascinating. Even though he hadn't ever finished reading it, he knew the ending from the very beginning. It was how they were always written. The beginning was the same as the end, nothing ever changes. Some, for that reason, might have dreaded the philosophy, but Perry loved it.
The coyote wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for. He wasn't sure if he was patrolling the border or just exploring like a wanderlust child. His eyes twinkled at the look of shiny moss growing at the roots of trees, glittering from the droplets of water sitting between the spaces. Perry made sure to step over it, wary not to slip, and wincing a little when extensions of a plant scraped at his insect bites. He managed to treat it a while back, able to recognise a few of the plants that grew closer to the Rosebloods' main base, but he was cautious not to take too much. Although he was a member here now, he still felt as if he was stealing, as if someone would rain down a holy punishment and leave him to perish. He doesn't like pain - no one did, otherwise it wasn't pain to him. His paws crunch over a bundle of dry twigs, the male huffing because he realised he wasn't well equipped to roam about the rainforest as he did. He was sure that there were plenty of predators, invisible to his senses, lurking and watching him. He could bet that they were calculating their odds, licking their lips, wondering if they felt like eating coyote for a meal. If given the chance, Perry would try to explain that he probably wouldn't taste very nice. Then again, what feral listened to reasoning?
In any environment, one was always on the lookout for anything unnatural. Inconsistencies were easy to spot, especially considering the thick splodges of greens and browns that dripped within the rainforest. Sorbet, for example, stood out to him. He saw the wolf walking around, glittery like shaven ice, and suddenly animating to move in a particular direction. He found himself following, not exactly stalking or out of ill intent, but probably looked like some kind of admirer because he was horrible at justifying his decisions aloud. Perry just assumed that whatever the wolf was doing, he probably noticed someone at the border. His assumption, as he too arrived at the scene, was correct. Aside from the startling appearance of a woman with four eyes, he was more intimidated by the saltwater crocodile who accompanied her. He realises just how perfect the humid environment of the rainforest was for the reptile before suddenly wondering if he had found any large bodies of water within the territory outside of the main base, dreading the idea of going for water only to be greeted by a large water-living predator. Since his joining, he hadn't thought of the dangers of snakes or alligators. The companion that the stranger brought with her was only a brimming reminder for him.
"Cro...crocodile," he says plainly to Sorbet, pointing at Eri. He wonders if Sorbet, by now, had realised that he didn't stammer because he was meek or nervous, but instead because he couldn't control it. He didn't really mind what the icy male thought. He was merely curious. Perry's nose takes a whiff of the scent that the fem gave off, the smell only faintly differentiated from the territory's because he was still overwhelmed by the strength of all the odours. Slowly, but surely, they were beginning to be filtered out by his brain. It was a tedious and frustrating process. Beach, he wonders if she lived by a beach. He heard it to be luxurious. He was tempted to ask her reason for being here but he had a feeling that with Sorbet's bombardment of questions that she was bound to mention her business. It would be too awkward and strange to stop at a border, announce your name and backstory, only to walk off. It seemed like a waste of energy to the small canine.
As of now, he was still surprised by a number of things. He didn't expect there to still be so much walking, patrolling and checking for newcomers, intruders or other foreigners. It was good to be on high alert. He hadn't kept his guard up when he was journeying to the Rosebloods himself. He had a leather bag, filled with documents, medicines and other items of interest - stolen. Perry didn't have anything to defend himself and so he came to the group empty pawed, vulnerable. To be honest, he wasn't afraid for his life. He wouldn't mind if his chapter were to end here: erased, vanished, gone. It didn't matter to him because the universe felt too mundane for him to care about. He did, however, miss the collection of plays he had bought from merchants. One of them was an absurdist play, written by Samuel Beckett, under the name Waiting for Godot. It wasn't exactly a read for anyone and he doubted the thief would have had any interest in the text. Existentialism usually bored others but he found it absolutely fascinating. Even though he hadn't ever finished reading it, he knew the ending from the very beginning. It was how they were always written. The beginning was the same as the end, nothing ever changes. Some, for that reason, might have dreaded the philosophy, but Perry loved it.
The coyote wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for. He wasn't sure if he was patrolling the border or just exploring like a wanderlust child. His eyes twinkled at the look of shiny moss growing at the roots of trees, glittering from the droplets of water sitting between the spaces. Perry made sure to step over it, wary not to slip, and wincing a little when extensions of a plant scraped at his insect bites. He managed to treat it a while back, able to recognise a few of the plants that grew closer to the Rosebloods' main base, but he was cautious not to take too much. Although he was a member here now, he still felt as if he was stealing, as if someone would rain down a holy punishment and leave him to perish. He doesn't like pain - no one did, otherwise it wasn't pain to him. His paws crunch over a bundle of dry twigs, the male huffing because he realised he wasn't well equipped to roam about the rainforest as he did. He was sure that there were plenty of predators, invisible to his senses, lurking and watching him. He could bet that they were calculating their odds, licking their lips, wondering if they felt like eating coyote for a meal. If given the chance, Perry would try to explain that he probably wouldn't taste very nice. Then again, what feral listened to reasoning?
In any environment, one was always on the lookout for anything unnatural. Inconsistencies were easy to spot, especially considering the thick splodges of greens and browns that dripped within the rainforest. Sorbet, for example, stood out to him. He saw the wolf walking around, glittery like shaven ice, and suddenly animating to move in a particular direction. He found himself following, not exactly stalking or out of ill intent, but probably looked like some kind of admirer because he was horrible at justifying his decisions aloud. Perry just assumed that whatever the wolf was doing, he probably noticed someone at the border. His assumption, as he too arrived at the scene, was correct. Aside from the startling appearance of a woman with four eyes, he was more intimidated by the saltwater crocodile who accompanied her. He realises just how perfect the humid environment of the rainforest was for the reptile before suddenly wondering if he had found any large bodies of water within the territory outside of the main base, dreading the idea of going for water only to be greeted by a large water-living predator. Since his joining, he hadn't thought of the dangers of snakes or alligators. The companion that the stranger brought with her was only a brimming reminder for him.
"Cro...crocodile," he says plainly to Sorbet, pointing at Eri. He wonders if Sorbet, by now, had realised that he didn't stammer because he was meek or nervous, but instead because he couldn't control it. He didn't really mind what the icy male thought. He was merely curious. Perry's nose takes a whiff of the scent that the fem gave off, the smell only faintly differentiated from the territory's because he was still overwhelmed by the strength of all the odours. Slowly, but surely, they were beginning to be filtered out by his brain. It was a tedious and frustrating process. Beach, he wonders if she lived by a beach. He heard it to be luxurious. He was tempted to ask her reason for being here but he had a feeling that with Sorbet's bombardment of questions that she was bound to mention her business. It would be too awkward and strange to stop at a border, announce your name and backstory, only to walk off. It seemed like a waste of energy to the small canine.