11-19-2018, 11:27 PM
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Regardless the male had seemed to come out of his hidey hole but only because he had heard voices nearby. Wings were splayed across his sides, and dragging across the ground. His eyes looked dead, almost like a feral animal and he could hear the sound of his own stomach gnawing at itself. There was a strange sense of nausea that leaked through him and he was sure that was because since he had been here the only thing to hit his stomach had been alcohol. Allowing his tongue to lick along his jaws he sat down near Mogar, eyes focused on the male before him as he gave a light sigh. His tail curled, abnormal appendage wrapping around his body as he pulled his ears forward. Really, he didn't have anything to say but he was curious of the individual that was here and a lesser extent he was partially put off by the thing that was here too. "Sup. Rosebloods is kind of chill."
[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;"]He was keeping to himself these days, trying to find his bearings and gather his thoughts. The male had been out of the loop when it came to what was going on with the Rosebloods and how they were working. Frankly he didn't much find himself caring about how they worked versus how this world worked. The Crew was searching for answers but most importantly they were falling back into old ways and old habits. Things didn't seem to be any different than what they used to be and the only difference was the fact that they were animals. And even so he didn't believe that any of this was actually real. He wholly believed right now at this very moment that he was in a hospital in a medically induced coma for the betterment of his own brain and healing. It could be the only explanation as far as he knew and yet he was continuously being challenged on these ideals. One such case was the fact that it seemed the crew was gathering here. Vagabond, Goldenboy, and yes even Mogar was here. The latter had just arrived here and he had heard about the occurrence even though he wasn't there he was curious about all of these circumstances.Regardless the male had seemed to come out of his hidey hole but only because he had heard voices nearby. Wings were splayed across his sides, and dragging across the ground. His eyes looked dead, almost like a feral animal and he could hear the sound of his own stomach gnawing at itself. There was a strange sense of nausea that leaked through him and he was sure that was because since he had been here the only thing to hit his stomach had been alcohol. Allowing his tongue to lick along his jaws he sat down near Mogar, eyes focused on the male before him as he gave a light sigh. His tail curled, abnormal appendage wrapping around his body as he pulled his ears forward. Really, he didn't have anything to say but he was curious of the individual that was here and a lesser extent he was partially put off by the thing that was here too. "Sup. Rosebloods is kind of chill."