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05-03-2016, 02:11 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-03-2016, 02:16 PM by Albrecht.
Edit Reason: Obsessive nose picking is called rhinotillexomania.
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He’s tired – and sore. His legs fall heavily, stomping into the ground more out of fatigue now than anger and his breathing comes in uneven gasps and puffs, the red lining of his nostrils flashing as they stretch and retract in double and triple time. He hasn’t traveled far from the Basin and its band of misfit moles, but already he’s reaching the end of his paltry endurance. His churning strides fade to a ragged amble moments before he finally staggers to an ungraceful halt, flanks heaving to catch his breath and steam rising off his dampened coat. The ground is hard beneath his hooves and covered in a thin snow, but this powder is hard and clean, not the dirty runoff of spring melt just a mile or two south, an unflattering amount of which is now splattered across his chest, legs, and stomach.
His eyes sting with the threat of tears, but for what exactly? How can he still be the tiniest bit surprised by unfairness in the world? And really, does the Thief and her lackeys dismissal (no matter how earnest his input had been, snarkiness aside) even count as injustice? They only expressed the same opinion of him that everyone else holds (distaste, dislike) and why should that bother him? He is alone in this world, forever from that day. Just because a few of the Basin bastards kinda-sorta don’t mind his company he decides to chug the koolaid and let himself be sucked into the fantasy of justice and purpose all over again? Stupid. Helovia is no different. He deserves to have his feelings hurt for such an idiotic mistake.
He sniffles self-pityingly, angrily, and rubs his muzzle against one knee. Old habits die hard he supposes, but old hurts die harder. He won't be tricked again. He won't waste another lifetime.
OOC // Open to anyone. This is a hot mess andI'm sorry I don't know where it's going, but I thought he should end up somewhere after storming out of the sneak meeting.
His eyes sting with the threat of tears, but for what exactly? How can he still be the tiniest bit surprised by unfairness in the world? And really, does the Thief and her lackeys dismissal (no matter how earnest his input had been, snarkiness aside) even count as injustice? They only expressed the same opinion of him that everyone else holds (distaste, dislike) and why should that bother him? He is alone in this world, forever from that day. Just because a few of the Basin bastards kinda-sorta don’t mind his company he decides to chug the koolaid and let himself be sucked into the fantasy of justice and purpose all over again? Stupid. Helovia is no different. He deserves to have his feelings hurt for such an idiotic mistake.
He sniffles self-pityingly, angrily, and rubs his muzzle against one knee. Old habits die hard he supposes, but old hurts die harder. He won't be tricked again. He won't waste another lifetime.
OOC // Open to anyone. This is a hot mess and
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