11-12-2018, 10:38 PM
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He didn't know what he was even doing here. Why didn't he just be on his way after he had gotten here especially with their crazy as monsters roaming parts of it. That made him just as idiotic as the animals that lived here and he couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of it all. Well, that wouldn't be the first time he was referred to as mentally unsound. Truth be told he didn't bother to care about the world or it's rusty and rickety world views. He did what he wanted and how he wanted and if he was in the mood too. Have fun? Hell yeah! Get paid? Hell yeah! Just live. He didn't go one way or the other and he liked it that way. It was less complicated and that's how he liked his life best. Before he remembered he thought he was one of the good guys, working for an organization that took down the bad guys. The bad guys. He sighed softly, wings dropping against his sides and sliding against the ground. He wasn't exactly comfortable with having them right up against his side so they just hung like limp extra limbs on his body. Not like he knew how to use them properly anyway and they were starting to get dirty and tattered from the way he handled them. Look, he wasn't a bird expert and he didn't know how to keep wings properly so whatever, either they withered away from disuse or he figured something out in the long run.
The sound of rushing water soon became louder and he pushed his way through what foliage remained to be met with the gentle spray of water against his face. It was refreshing and kicked his sense into overdrive, eyes sharpening as he sat his butt against the ground and lifted a paw. "I could really use a drink right now." His voice was a partial murmur and he sighed as he looked at his paw, gaze suddenly fogging up for a moment as if he was lost in thought before they cleared and right in front of him was a bottle of peach flavored moonshine. "Holy shit! Yess!" It worked again like it had before and he easily bit open the bottle and using his prehensile tail he easily picked it up and started to drink from it. While he was tipping back the bottle his ear twitched and he had the sense that someone was staring at him. Though he barely moved from his spot as he slowly laid down, bottle hovering in the air. "Alright, you can stop staring my dick off, geez. It'd be better if you joined me for a drink instead." At that moment his eyes slide over, dual colored optics landing directly on the spot in which Vagabond was currently standing. Yet his gaze was hidden in shadow because of his hat that he currently was wearing.
[glow=#000,1,400]NOT CAUSE I'M BUSY, I JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
[div style="width: 480px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 13px;"]Whatever that place was that he been before he hated it. He wasn't ever going back there with their damn 50 foot long giant ass dongs. Like seriously who even wanted to be near that place, living in such close proximity to such a thing was darn right idiotic and he wondered about the mental health of the animals that were around here. Though after a while he naturally forgot about the mental health of the other creatures because they weren't his charges. In fact, he didn't have any charges anymore and he was free to do what he wanted. Maybe even start over a new life, tch. The idea had occurred to him before but he had always pushed it aside because even though he hadn't been with the crew for too long it was still oddly painful. He'd like those guys and he didn't know how he would be able to actually move on. A crew like that was hard to come by even if they were murdering numbnuts. Sighing he moved through the thickly fogged forest, dual colored eyes shifting to look up at the trees as he made his way. Seemed like there was something normal he could depend on here. The seasons changing and autumn was setting in. He could tell by the death of the grass and the way some foliage was losing their green color in favor of golden hues. Nature was going to sleep for a little bit. A frown pulled at his muzzle, jowls lifting up for just a moment to show a fleeting glimmer of teeth before he snorted and started to make his way further toward the sound of rushing water.He didn't know what he was even doing here. Why didn't he just be on his way after he had gotten here especially with their crazy as monsters roaming parts of it. That made him just as idiotic as the animals that lived here and he couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of it all. Well, that wouldn't be the first time he was referred to as mentally unsound. Truth be told he didn't bother to care about the world or it's rusty and rickety world views. He did what he wanted and how he wanted and if he was in the mood too. Have fun? Hell yeah! Get paid? Hell yeah! Just live. He didn't go one way or the other and he liked it that way. It was less complicated and that's how he liked his life best. Before he remembered he thought he was one of the good guys, working for an organization that took down the bad guys. The bad guys. He sighed softly, wings dropping against his sides and sliding against the ground. He wasn't exactly comfortable with having them right up against his side so they just hung like limp extra limbs on his body. Not like he knew how to use them properly anyway and they were starting to get dirty and tattered from the way he handled them. Look, he wasn't a bird expert and he didn't know how to keep wings properly so whatever, either they withered away from disuse or he figured something out in the long run.
The sound of rushing water soon became louder and he pushed his way through what foliage remained to be met with the gentle spray of water against his face. It was refreshing and kicked his sense into overdrive, eyes sharpening as he sat his butt against the ground and lifted a paw. "I could really use a drink right now." His voice was a partial murmur and he sighed as he looked at his paw, gaze suddenly fogging up for a moment as if he was lost in thought before they cleared and right in front of him was a bottle of peach flavored moonshine. "Holy shit! Yess!" It worked again like it had before and he easily bit open the bottle and using his prehensile tail he easily picked it up and started to drink from it. While he was tipping back the bottle his ear twitched and he had the sense that someone was staring at him. Though he barely moved from his spot as he slowly laid down, bottle hovering in the air. "Alright, you can stop staring my dick off, geez. It'd be better if you joined me for a drink instead." At that moment his eyes slide over, dual colored optics landing directly on the spot in which Vagabond was currently standing. Yet his gaze was hidden in shadow because of his hat that he currently was wearing.