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A week or two had been spent crossing the length of Helovia, well trying to recall the way back and getting lost and trapped along the way. The tiny trickster he’d only a day or so previously encountered, had been both startlingly wicked and awesomely entertaining - both of which appealed greatly to the half-roo, half-horse, jack. Banjo was a larrikin himself, an original prankster, but surely the young, shameless whipper-snapper could teach him a thing or two about mischief. He grinned like a shot fox as he walked, striding along, recalling the unbridled, cheeky delight which had greeted his utter confusion the moment of his capture - her success.
“Cheeky lil shit, haha…”
Less than an hour later, Banjo found himself at last in more familiar territory. The pungent old evergreen pines grew thickly all around him, and though at first bile rose in his throat at the revolting taste of the air between them, his gut soon settled; not enough to spur appetite enough to try the tart grass growing ‘neath though…
“ASHAMIN!”
Subtlety had never been his strong point - he was a loud character, with a bright vocabulary and ripper sense of humour. “Oh, Asha-min!” Banjo kept his eyes peeled for his mate, straining them through the undergrowth where it grew dense because he knew the little antlered buggers that followed him liked shade better than sunlight. Not long after, a stranger caught his focus - another one who’s oldies were part bird, or something… He still wasn’t sure how that type of ‘bitsa’ had actually come to be.
“Oi!” he sang out cheerfully, dressing his mug in a friendly smile right as the other himself called. “You! Wait up!” Without any real forethought, the buck broke into a bouncing, quirky trot, aiming to close the distance between them.
“Hey mate, av you seen a bloke getting round this part, bout my height - wait, shorter… black, white n a bit’v red… er, brown? Strewth ay… Well, he’s got a pair of bambi’s that hang round him... Yeah.” Guilt gnawed at his mind as he tried to remember just what his bestie looked like - they’d not spent a very long time together, not time checking each other out anyway. It didn’t occur to him that this guy might be still newer around the place, nor either that folks here just didn’t know everyone else like they did back home in the bush. Banjo flashed a genuine, toothy grin.
Dress | cork hat on head, bandana around top of neck
Plots | The Unbound | Absences
I run just like this!
Please tag me in openers and spars.
Feel free to flog n magic me, mild power play is also fine.
Text in the profile and posts reflects stereotypical ocker slang - don’t knock it mate!
I run just like this!
Please tag me in openers and spars.
Feel free to flog n magic me, mild power play is also fine.
Text in the profile and posts reflects stereotypical ocker slang - don’t knock it mate!
