11-10-2019, 12:49 AM
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Hamaru decided traumatic head injury would be number two on his list of things he absolutely despised, squished tightly between ‘anything with purple eyes’ and ‘holes’. Holes because he had fallen into three of them in the past hour wandering this freakin place, purple eyes because.... he wasn’t sure, he couldn’t remember why. Hamaru in fact was facing a massive mental blank, the black and teal amalgamation of something with scales and something with hooves and horns and justttt a bit of something with fur had NO IDEA where he was.
That was annoying, inconvenient, any other negative term that could be used to express just how much he hated this situation. Hamaru stopped and flopped against a tree trunk, lifting a paw to lap at his prickled pads. Stupid, STUPID thorns, he snagged one with his teeth and pulled it out, spitting it away. This was just great, just amazing, ABSOLUTELY PERFE-
His ears perked when he heard voices somewhere off to his right, and he hissed softly. Oh so now Hamaru finally had company? He wasn’t sure why he immediately assumed he’d have to fight, but some instinct buried in him said he could and would fight if he had to. Despite his aches Hamaru stood and raised his hackles.