12-04-2020, 08:40 AM
♛ DID YOU SEE THEM GOING OFF TO FIGHT? CHILDREN OF THE BARRICADE WHO DIDN'T LAST THE NIGHT. DID YOU SEE THEM LYING WHERE THEY DIED? —
Deserts were familiar to Tobi, but so were vast canyons and bamboo forests, and even mountains, for during his childhood he had been little more than a traveler; he stayed where he wanted when he wanted to, occasionally even within other groups' borders (he had, once, even met his grandfather; a big, blind, horned wolf that had seemed, at the time, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders).
But the desert he knew most of all. Perhaps not this particular desert, the scent was much too different (in fact, the only time he had come across a familiar scent had been passing by the mountains, which if he were to recall had been where he had met his grandfather), but they couldn't be too different.
Tobi had no wish to return to the Derelict Burgh. Last he had been there, the Weeping Woman had stepped out of the leader position and handed it to his uncle, Elias. As much as he tolerated his uncle and his uncle tolerated him in return, he wouldn't stick around for his rule. After that decision he had quickly left after notifying the second-in-command, Evelyn, and had been wandering ever since, his only belonging being the pink bow around his neck.
Though he figured if he were to join anywhere it would be a place similar to his last home, something he had already adapted to well. Which is, of course, how he finds himself lounging slightly within the borders of The Pitt, his tail flicking slowly as he watches a beetle scuttle across the ground before him.
The border itself had been a laughable sight. It had reminded him very much of the corpse border back at the Burgh, only this one was made of heads on spikes. Safe to say that it had not deterred him in the least; in fact, it might have sealed his decision to stay. Now all he needs is for someone to find him.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #555555; font-size: 24px;"]— TOBI ♛
But the desert he knew most of all. Perhaps not this particular desert, the scent was much too different (in fact, the only time he had come across a familiar scent had been passing by the mountains, which if he were to recall had been where he had met his grandfather), but they couldn't be too different.
Tobi had no wish to return to the Derelict Burgh. Last he had been there, the Weeping Woman had stepped out of the leader position and handed it to his uncle, Elias. As much as he tolerated his uncle and his uncle tolerated him in return, he wouldn't stick around for his rule. After that decision he had quickly left after notifying the second-in-command, Evelyn, and had been wandering ever since, his only belonging being the pink bow around his neck.
Though he figured if he were to join anywhere it would be a place similar to his last home, something he had already adapted to well. Which is, of course, how he finds himself lounging slightly within the borders of The Pitt, his tail flicking slowly as he watches a beetle scuttle across the ground before him.
The border itself had been a laughable sight. It had reminded him very much of the corpse border back at the Burgh, only this one was made of heads on spikes. Safe to say that it had not deterred him in the least; in fact, it might have sealed his decision to stay. Now all he needs is for someone to find him.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #555555; font-size: 24px;"]— TOBI ♛