01-07-2021, 11:52 PM
MAGNUM DAISUKE
Shaking paws shuffled quickly into the run down mansion they had managed to find drifting in the lonely forest. Thick, dark blood dripping onto the hardwood floors below them as they made their way to the living room with a slight pant to their breathing. It was pitch black outside and they group had just returned from a rather brutal fight that left a few marks on the duo, though luckily nothing serious. Though, one in particular looked a little worse for wear compared to the others.
“Magnum! You’re bleeding from your head and nose like crazy! Please, sit down and let me get something to wrap around that dumb wolf head of yours!!”
The assassin peeked from his hat at the small, bruised and bloodied tom before him with a look of determination to help him clean up a bit and make sure he didn't have a concussion of some sort. Magnum bit on the filter of his cigarette, knowing full well that he didn't have much of a choice with this guy and began to make his way towards the dusty couch that had yet to be claimed by the others in the group. His partner moving further into the house to look for a rag or any cloth to soak up the blood dripping from him.
It was a chuckles from his partner that made a chill go up his spine, making him jump back up on all fours, his long claws scraping the floor as he moved ahead to look for the source after such a short amount of time. Magnum’s breathing becoming quicker with each step towards the inky black hall ahead until he couldn't see anything around him. It was so dark and cold, he almost couldn't feel his body despite his thick pelt. That is until something pierced his side, burning his insides and making him writhe in pain
And then he jolted awake, taking a large and gasping breath as he scrambled up to an unfamiliar surrounding and blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his side. The scents of the cedars and the sea breeze flooding his senses along with that of several animals confused him. He didn't have control of the situation and it made him panic, eyes flicking here and there before setting them on a figure that was far too close to his liking. Magnum was scrambling over rocks and leaves left over from the past fall with great fear he wouldn’t be able to defend himself in time only to slam back into a large tree with such force that a stick managed to smack onto his head, falling right back onto his stomach as he found himself stuck under the branch that was just barely what he could manage to lift with his injury.
“ Dammit, what the hell is all this? Where am I even? Get this fuckin’ branch offa me! “
//watch this oldie not know how to make a proper intro
“Magnum! You’re bleeding from your head and nose like crazy! Please, sit down and let me get something to wrap around that dumb wolf head of yours!!”
The assassin peeked from his hat at the small, bruised and bloodied tom before him with a look of determination to help him clean up a bit and make sure he didn't have a concussion of some sort. Magnum bit on the filter of his cigarette, knowing full well that he didn't have much of a choice with this guy and began to make his way towards the dusty couch that had yet to be claimed by the others in the group. His partner moving further into the house to look for a rag or any cloth to soak up the blood dripping from him.
It was a chuckles from his partner that made a chill go up his spine, making him jump back up on all fours, his long claws scraping the floor as he moved ahead to look for the source after such a short amount of time. Magnum’s breathing becoming quicker with each step towards the inky black hall ahead until he couldn't see anything around him. It was so dark and cold, he almost couldn't feel his body despite his thick pelt. That is until something pierced his side, burning his insides and making him writhe in pain
And then he jolted awake, taking a large and gasping breath as he scrambled up to an unfamiliar surrounding and blood-soaked bandages wrapped around his side. The scents of the cedars and the sea breeze flooding his senses along with that of several animals confused him. He didn't have control of the situation and it made him panic, eyes flicking here and there before setting them on a figure that was far too close to his liking. Magnum was scrambling over rocks and leaves left over from the past fall with great fear he wouldn’t be able to defend himself in time only to slam back into a large tree with such force that a stick managed to smack onto his head, falling right back onto his stomach as he found himself stuck under the branch that was just barely what he could manage to lift with his injury.
“ Dammit, what the hell is all this? Where am I even? Get this fuckin’ branch offa me! “
//watch this oldie not know how to make a proper intro
EVERYTHING IS DUST IN THE WIND
MAGNUM DAISUKE
MAGNUM — MALE — TIMBER WOLF — THE HORDE — TAGS