02-05-2019, 07:00 PM
EASTWARD BOUND
ARTHUR MORGAN — MALE — SNOWBOUND — ARCTICPLAYER — HARD
Arthur and love went together as well as a snake in the snow- which they didn't at all. Arthur had had a few short altercations with women in the past but it never seemed to work out, them leaving him on account of his troubling lifestyle. The last girl he'd been very much sweet on- well their relationship went sour all too fast, something he doesn't like talking about much. It's a part of why the timber wolf never bothered to seek out female companionship, even if for the night. He doesn't think his heart could handle another shattering.
Singles Seminar. What a laugh. Lonely pitiful souls gathering in one spot to maybe feel a little less lonely and pitiful. But he's one to talk, considering he even bothered to show up in the first place. From the very moment he arrived he wanted to leave. But he was here and he might as well make the best if it, for whatever it was worth. The male meandered over to the snack tables, eyeing the punch with slight distaste. No alcohol. No way to get shit faced drunk and forget his own woes. Figures. But it did bring a new light on his own drinking habits. Alcohol and water. That really was it and thinking about it too long would make his self esteem drop considerably. So instead he takes a cup of the drink and nurses it hesitantly. It's not bad, just different. He only perks up once he hears Imali speak, announcing the festivities of the evening. He bites back a cold laugh at the girl's little speech and instead seats himself at a table, staring into the flame of the candle in the center. With a sigh, he sits back and lets his leather black hat tip down almost over his eyes. The wolf wasn't sure how long he was going to be here so he might as well get comfortable.
Singles Seminar. What a laugh. Lonely pitiful souls gathering in one spot to maybe feel a little less lonely and pitiful. But he's one to talk, considering he even bothered to show up in the first place. From the very moment he arrived he wanted to leave. But he was here and he might as well make the best if it, for whatever it was worth. The male meandered over to the snack tables, eyeing the punch with slight distaste. No alcohol. No way to get shit faced drunk and forget his own woes. Figures. But it did bring a new light on his own drinking habits. Alcohol and water. That really was it and thinking about it too long would make his self esteem drop considerably. So instead he takes a cup of the drink and nurses it hesitantly. It's not bad, just different. He only perks up once he hears Imali speak, announcing the festivities of the evening. He bites back a cold laugh at the girl's little speech and instead seats himself at a table, staring into the flame of the candle in the center. With a sigh, he sits back and lets his leather black hat tip down almost over his eyes. The wolf wasn't sure how long he was going to be here so he might as well get comfortable.
❝ NO TROPHY, NO FLOWERS, NO FLASHBULBS, NO WINE ❞
timber wolf + 3 years + @Sympathy ————— he's haunted by something he cannot define