08-19-2018, 06:31 PM
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BENNY G.
their wasn't much to look at coming into the desert. not that benny expected much of it anyway. for too long he had been away from his home, but he couldn't quite... go back. nevada just wasn't the same anymore. the boot riders were gone, wiped out by the other tribes that he couldn't protect them from.
swank... the fox looked down at the crumpled, aged polaroid he held of his best friend. both of them had been drunk that night, and found an old dusty camera in a rundown cottage. took dumb pictures across the wastes for a bit before it ran out of film. this one in particular had the both of them in frame. with benny's foreleg slung around his friends shoulder and both of them wearing the goofiest smiles on their faces.
light blue eyes blinked at the photo, a soft sigh leaving his lips. he tossed it over his shoulder, letting the sand and dust swallow it up with the wind. the marbled fox nodded his head to the caravaneers that had let him hope on their little trip. they returned the same notion and benny was off, walking through the desert as he had done so many times before. though this time, not home. not back to nevada. not back to his friends and family. just to wander, until something showed up.
over time the wind had settled, and the spots of white on his fur and yellowed with the sand under his coat. a small shake of his pelt helped rid of it, and benny grumbled some sort of annoyed complaint underneath his breath before his gaze caught a jungle ahead.
"holy shit...!" by maria, that better not be some fucking mirage. he bolted for it, using what little energy he had left to dive straight into the river that cut through it. the fox groaned as his burning skin was cooled by the waters, and sunk deeper into it until just his nose and eyes were above the surface. he drank to his hearts content, and climbed out of the river to lay out on the bank. this place seemed good enough, maybe he would stay a while. hopefully it wasn't already claimed, either. it seemed like a pretty good gig to have all to himself.
//kinda rushed but oh well lmao
swank... the fox looked down at the crumpled, aged polaroid he held of his best friend. both of them had been drunk that night, and found an old dusty camera in a rundown cottage. took dumb pictures across the wastes for a bit before it ran out of film. this one in particular had the both of them in frame. with benny's foreleg slung around his friends shoulder and both of them wearing the goofiest smiles on their faces.
light blue eyes blinked at the photo, a soft sigh leaving his lips. he tossed it over his shoulder, letting the sand and dust swallow it up with the wind. the marbled fox nodded his head to the caravaneers that had let him hope on their little trip. they returned the same notion and benny was off, walking through the desert as he had done so many times before. though this time, not home. not back to nevada. not back to his friends and family. just to wander, until something showed up.
over time the wind had settled, and the spots of white on his fur and yellowed with the sand under his coat. a small shake of his pelt helped rid of it, and benny grumbled some sort of annoyed complaint underneath his breath before his gaze caught a jungle ahead.
"holy shit...!" by maria, that better not be some fucking mirage. he bolted for it, using what little energy he had left to dive straight into the river that cut through it. the fox groaned as his burning skin was cooled by the waters, and sunk deeper into it until just his nose and eyes were above the surface. he drank to his hearts content, and climbed out of the river to lay out on the bank. this place seemed good enough, maybe he would stay a while. hopefully it wasn't already claimed, either. it seemed like a pretty good gig to have all to himself.
//kinda rushed but oh well lmao
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