01-08-2021, 04:05 AM
PLANECRASH SLYS
What was he even doing back here?
How long had it been since he was stumbling off to the border of The Typhoon? It felt like a millennia ago to the rather starved man who had very little knowledge on hunting in the forest like a feral animal! Planecrash had tried, only to rely on what few stupid mice would fall into his improvised traps set up. But, it was rather pathetic in the end after a few months of travelling back from memory of his original journey to his future home. Only barely making it right up to the railroad gate with an aggravated huff as his paws got stuck between the rails and track now and cause him to yank them out with his body following along.
Instead of hitting the famous entrance bell of The Typhoon, Plane found his body hitting the metal bars of the gate with a loud clang before slowly slumping down to the tracks with a feeling of defeat. God, he hoped that Roxanne wouldn't be here to see him like this after how healthy he was getting here all those years ago. He had the girl, the feisty son and friends all around him. Though who’s to say any of them here wanted him back or even noticed he was gone. Perhaps....they had passed when he was gone so long, given how easily aggravated their enemies could get.
“ Great job, Slys. You’re gonna die a starved skeleton at the steps of your old home. “
His voice was hushed, but clearly angry towards himself the more minutes passed by as the sun began to drift back down into the horizon to gift it’s light to the other half of this cruel world. The skin around his ribs making him look extremely gaunt with each breath he manage to suck in after a moment of working himself to take the moves necessary to not just quit breathing right then and there. Plane was only barely able to wheeze out anymore than what he thought of.
“ Look, if anyone is even remotely close, I need to not die just yet, please! “ His ginger, curly fur was matted with knots as he curled into a ball and felt his sides caved in so much farther than before. Plane could only hope that they were willing to feed him at least a little bit before he was doing stuff on his own. Maybe....he could find a life again if he was still alive by the next day.
//rabbit doesn't know how to do an intro x2
How long had it been since he was stumbling off to the border of The Typhoon? It felt like a millennia ago to the rather starved man who had very little knowledge on hunting in the forest like a feral animal! Planecrash had tried, only to rely on what few stupid mice would fall into his improvised traps set up. But, it was rather pathetic in the end after a few months of travelling back from memory of his original journey to his future home. Only barely making it right up to the railroad gate with an aggravated huff as his paws got stuck between the rails and track now and cause him to yank them out with his body following along.
Instead of hitting the famous entrance bell of The Typhoon, Plane found his body hitting the metal bars of the gate with a loud clang before slowly slumping down to the tracks with a feeling of defeat. God, he hoped that Roxanne wouldn't be here to see him like this after how healthy he was getting here all those years ago. He had the girl, the feisty son and friends all around him. Though who’s to say any of them here wanted him back or even noticed he was gone. Perhaps....they had passed when he was gone so long, given how easily aggravated their enemies could get.
“ Great job, Slys. You’re gonna die a starved skeleton at the steps of your old home. “
His voice was hushed, but clearly angry towards himself the more minutes passed by as the sun began to drift back down into the horizon to gift it’s light to the other half of this cruel world. The skin around his ribs making him look extremely gaunt with each breath he manage to suck in after a moment of working himself to take the moves necessary to not just quit breathing right then and there. Plane was only barely able to wheeze out anymore than what he thought of.
“ Look, if anyone is even remotely close, I need to not die just yet, please! “ His ginger, curly fur was matted with knots as he curled into a ball and felt his sides caved in so much farther than before. Plane could only hope that they were willing to feed him at least a little bit before he was doing stuff on his own. Maybe....he could find a life again if he was still alive by the next day.
//rabbit doesn't know how to do an intro x2
HANDS OF TIME WILL WRING MY NECK
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☼ FULL DISCLOSURE - I AM A MONSTER !
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