02-03-2021, 04:50 PM
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Though he's always looking for something alien, he can't help but be drawn to something familiar like anyone else would be when dropped into some totally foreign place. Tasks are just that and as he trudges through the cold, the fox sneezes lightly and adjusts his scarf. Relatively thin for this type of weather but it's what he has for right now. If only they were able to bring his husband's extensive blanket collection with them (five years worth) or his own artifact radio he found when first joining the clans. The drawings by his friend that were tacked on the wall, the wedding gifts.
Not to mention their friends who are likely confused to their disappearance. They're capable of taking care of themselves but Mulder was invested in their lives, wanted to make sure they've okay. Clan life is dangerous (first hand knowledge, unfortunately) and he's been trying not to dwell on it, instead fixating on the material which can be replaced. Supposedly friends can be too, but he's more skeptical about that. It's sad to realize how much they've lost. Just a small bag of some books, his scarf, and the brand between his shoulders. Like his oldest first home, he'll just have to be content with memories. At least he has Barghest.
He shakes it off and tries to focus on the present, focus on understanding this new land. [b]"I wouldn't mind doing something to get my blood pumping. I'm not the strongest guy and I kill plants just by looking their way so, something to go by." But he does have telekinetic help, as she witnessed at the joining so he could employ that. He's not picky regardless, just trying to help out on the decision.
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how could you be what i want to see?・°☆Though he's always looking for something alien, he can't help but be drawn to something familiar like anyone else would be when dropped into some totally foreign place. Tasks are just that and as he trudges through the cold, the fox sneezes lightly and adjusts his scarf. Relatively thin for this type of weather but it's what he has for right now. If only they were able to bring his husband's extensive blanket collection with them (five years worth) or his own artifact radio he found when first joining the clans. The drawings by his friend that were tacked on the wall, the wedding gifts.
Not to mention their friends who are likely confused to their disappearance. They're capable of taking care of themselves but Mulder was invested in their lives, wanted to make sure they've okay. Clan life is dangerous (first hand knowledge, unfortunately) and he's been trying not to dwell on it, instead fixating on the material which can be replaced. Supposedly friends can be too, but he's more skeptical about that. It's sad to realize how much they've lost. Just a small bag of some books, his scarf, and the brand between his shoulders. Like his oldest first home, he'll just have to be content with memories. At least he has Barghest.
He shakes it off and tries to focus on the present, focus on understanding this new land. [b]"I wouldn't mind doing something to get my blood pumping. I'm not the strongest guy and I kill plants just by looking their way so, something to go by." But he does have telekinetic help, as she witnessed at the joining so he could employ that. He's not picky regardless, just trying to help out on the decision.
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( sugar honey ice & tea )
[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs
( sugar honey ice & tea )
[Size=8pt]mulder reaver ☾ fox ☾ the pitt ☾ 2+ yrs