08-21-2018, 01:19 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-21-2018, 06:49 PM by CHERRYWINE.)
tldr; check the last paragraph :^)
[member=2070]JAMISON[/member]
Cherry really couldn't believe they had made it. Three months, she had been wandering after the attack on the family, dethroned and humiliated because of one stupid fucking mistake, but unable to slow for fear that she’d been followed. She'd stopped only shortly in a place called Tanglewood, decided she hadn't liked it, and headed off again. As to be expected, it'd taken some time to get from a fucking swamp to where she was now - the desert -, and she'd made a couple stops along the way, one of which included a junkyard in the middle of nowhere. There had been disgusting mountains of trash stretching on for at least a mile, ranging from just straight garbage to what looked to be old cars. How it had all gotten out here, she had no idea, but it was full of trash-dwelling people that had taken refuge in the abandoned cars, boxes, and other miscellaneous items found in the junkyard.
Out of the grime-coated strangers (who, by the way? Smelled absolutely rancid), Cherrywine had stumbled across someone familiar, someone who, though rendered homeless and in a far worse position than he had previously been, looked pretty much the same as he always had, with cream fur covered in soot and dirt and amber eyes alight as he sat before a fire he had assumedly set on a mattress. It’d taken very little convincing to get him out that shithole, though he’d insisted that he would “miss his new friends” and that she “would’ve liked them too”. Yeah, no. Yuck.
She really had missed him, though, even if she’d never admit to it. What could she say? He was her brother. However, his goofiness would likely wear thin on her once more very soon- there was only so much of that she could take.
The two of them walked on for a few days more - it couldn’t have been more than a week - until they finally reached what had to be the border of some clan. The smell of a scent line was distinct, and there looked to be trees, or something, in the distance, but that could also possibly be a mirage, because Cherry’s head hurt like hell and it had to be a thousand degrees out there. Still, she stopped, Jamie likely following suit (or maybe not, and she wasn’t about to try stopping him when he stood over a head taller than her), shifting her weight from paw to paw as the sweltering sand began burning her skin. Fuck. Taking a deep breath, dry air sucking moisture from her throat, Cherry tried to ignore the feeling of her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth, instead calling, [color=black]"Hey, fuckers! I’m Cherrywine Fawkes, this is my brother.” She gestured to Jamie, but didn’t bother to introduce him, assuming he'd take care of that himself. ”What is this place?" A clan, or group of sorts, she assumed, but last time she’d asked about that, the kid that’d showed up just seemed confused, so she would let these people - wherever they may be - explain themselves first.
"speech"
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//hI it’s almost 1:30am as i post this so i’m sorry if it sucks + please wait for jamie to post !!tldr; check the last paragraph :^)
[member=2070]JAMISON[/member]
Cherry really couldn't believe they had made it. Three months, she had been wandering after the attack on the family, dethroned and humiliated because of one stupid fucking mistake, but unable to slow for fear that she’d been followed. She'd stopped only shortly in a place called Tanglewood, decided she hadn't liked it, and headed off again. As to be expected, it'd taken some time to get from a fucking swamp to where she was now - the desert -, and she'd made a couple stops along the way, one of which included a junkyard in the middle of nowhere. There had been disgusting mountains of trash stretching on for at least a mile, ranging from just straight garbage to what looked to be old cars. How it had all gotten out here, she had no idea, but it was full of trash-dwelling people that had taken refuge in the abandoned cars, boxes, and other miscellaneous items found in the junkyard.
Out of the grime-coated strangers (who, by the way? Smelled absolutely rancid), Cherrywine had stumbled across someone familiar, someone who, though rendered homeless and in a far worse position than he had previously been, looked pretty much the same as he always had, with cream fur covered in soot and dirt and amber eyes alight as he sat before a fire he had assumedly set on a mattress. It’d taken very little convincing to get him out that shithole, though he’d insisted that he would “miss his new friends” and that she “would’ve liked them too”. Yeah, no. Yuck.
She really had missed him, though, even if she’d never admit to it. What could she say? He was her brother. However, his goofiness would likely wear thin on her once more very soon- there was only so much of that she could take.
The two of them walked on for a few days more - it couldn’t have been more than a week - until they finally reached what had to be the border of some clan. The smell of a scent line was distinct, and there looked to be trees, or something, in the distance, but that could also possibly be a mirage, because Cherry’s head hurt like hell and it had to be a thousand degrees out there. Still, she stopped, Jamie likely following suit (or maybe not, and she wasn’t about to try stopping him when he stood over a head taller than her), shifting her weight from paw to paw as the sweltering sand began burning her skin. Fuck. Taking a deep breath, dry air sucking moisture from her throat, Cherry tried to ignore the feeling of her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth, instead calling, [color=black]"Hey, fuckers! I’m Cherrywine Fawkes, this is my brother.” She gestured to Jamie, but didn’t bother to introduce him, assuming he'd take care of that himself. ”What is this place?" A clan, or group of sorts, she assumed, but last time she’d asked about that, the kid that’d showed up just seemed confused, so she would let these people - wherever they may be - explain themselves first.
"speech"