12-04-2019, 11:02 PM
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[div style="width: 490px; background: black;"][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font: arial; font-size: 11px; color: lightgrey; margin-left: 33px; margin-right: 33px;padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 15px;"]When Roman would wake up that morning, he would remember nothing, a foggy cloud covering his senses and memories of the day, but Trojan would remember, as he often did, the happenings that occurred.
As days had gone on, Roman had grown comfortable with where he was at, and that meant that he was unconsciously letting things through, letting things get to him, and it meant that Trojan could have his own day once more. Padding out of the Hall's territory, the soul had waited until he was out in the middle of nowhere before shifting into another body, going on his way as the once domestic feline grew into the size of a large wolf, the body of his choice until he was able to find a way to get his own back somehow.
He hadn't known where he was going, not having been paying attention when Ro had been walking around, so he just let his feet show him where to go, simply walking in one direction in the hopes that eventually he would reach a place, and, eventually, he did. Eventually, the male saw some train tracks, and smelled the familiar scent of a group beyond them, so he traveled, ears pinned to his head for hatred of the water, a side effect of sharing a body with Roman, some of his fears seeping into the other souls that inhabited the body.
Eventually, he found himself at the border of an even smaller island to the side of the main island Trojan knew many lived, and began to make his way around it, keeping the water on his right and the foliage to his left, low to the ground so he could be hidden, until he finally smelled someone, and ears pricked, head lifting up in order to try and find the other, only to push forward into the foliage at the scent and sound, wrapping around the other male wolf, listening to his worried words and hostile voice.
Eventually the rustling stopped, and Trojan would back out of the foliage, carefully, quietly, hoping that the other would investigate as the large wolf went to the other side, careful not to rustle anything before jumping out of the bushes, jaws open as he aimed to attack from behind, attempting to grab onto the other male's shoulder for the time being, to catch him off guard and in order to pin him. If it worked, Trojan would then aim for the throat, attempting to bite down on it, hard, while attempting to wrap vines around Hush's legs.
As days had gone on, Roman had grown comfortable with where he was at, and that meant that he was unconsciously letting things through, letting things get to him, and it meant that Trojan could have his own day once more. Padding out of the Hall's territory, the soul had waited until he was out in the middle of nowhere before shifting into another body, going on his way as the once domestic feline grew into the size of a large wolf, the body of his choice until he was able to find a way to get his own back somehow.
He hadn't known where he was going, not having been paying attention when Ro had been walking around, so he just let his feet show him where to go, simply walking in one direction in the hopes that eventually he would reach a place, and, eventually, he did. Eventually, the male saw some train tracks, and smelled the familiar scent of a group beyond them, so he traveled, ears pinned to his head for hatred of the water, a side effect of sharing a body with Roman, some of his fears seeping into the other souls that inhabited the body.
Eventually, he found himself at the border of an even smaller island to the side of the main island Trojan knew many lived, and began to make his way around it, keeping the water on his right and the foliage to his left, low to the ground so he could be hidden, until he finally smelled someone, and ears pricked, head lifting up in order to try and find the other, only to push forward into the foliage at the scent and sound, wrapping around the other male wolf, listening to his worried words and hostile voice.
Eventually the rustling stopped, and Trojan would back out of the foliage, carefully, quietly, hoping that the other would investigate as the large wolf went to the other side, careful not to rustle anything before jumping out of the bushes, jaws open as he aimed to attack from behind, attempting to grab onto the other male's shoulder for the time being, to catch him off guard and in order to pin him. If it worked, Trojan would then aim for the throat, attempting to bite down on it, hard, while attempting to wrap vines around Hush's legs.