Leaving on Red Hill [ Active // closed ]
Character(s): Tsume, Toboe, and Blue if she chooses to join
Content: Catching wind of Toboe in the fake city, Tsume decides it's a good idea to see if it's who he thinks it is, or if he's really alone, and ends up running into trouble.
Setting: I6, towards Actua Are's direction.
Time: Early week 27, late afternoon
Warnings: None, really. Violence, but nothing over the top.
He'd been stuck in this stupid place for two weeks. Just two weeks, and he was ready to fling himself off a cliff just to get out of here. He was used to the city and new how to adapt, yes, but that didn't mean he liked being here.
Tsume was a wolf, not a human. He didn't belong here, he was falling into his old habits without anyone like himself around. He'd met up with a few odd characters, and he wasn't running with a gang of humans this time around, at least--no, he didn't need to surround himself or lead a bunch of humans around on a crime spree to feel..important, or to pass the time by. He did, however, find himself growing more and more frustrated, spiteful, and insecure again. He knew he wasn't going to be the one to open paradise, he knew he wouldn't get to go to paradise--only Kiba would, but he embarked on the journey anyhow. To be part of something and erase the shame from his name. To stand by something until the bitter end and redeem himself.
But he failed. He could smell Hige and Blue's blood like a wall of swamp water flooding his nose, that fresh, coppery scent mingling with the bitter scent of death. The same smell that rose from Toboe's bloody carcass. He was too late to save Toboe from the humans he believed in, he was too late to do anything for Hige and Blue, and he couldn't even make it up to Kiba to at least distract Darcia. He was useless.. At least Hige would get to die in forgiveness for the things he'd done.
The thought made his fur bristle, his strides stiff as he went through the city. He was useless. He probably could've caught himself if he really tried, there were other ledges. Did he let himself fall on purpose? Was he just trying to escape his fate again? Probably. He had a hard time forgiving Hige for his betrayal as much as he had a hard time forgiving himself and all of his failures. He didn't trust himself around anyone, let alone the other wolves he traveled with--they had too much faith in him. He'd try, yes, but..he didn't see himself as worth it at first. But through it all, the further he went, the more all four wolves depended on one another and trusted one another..Tsume..came to let them depend on him, too. He had valuable skills, and he'd get himself and Toboe to Paradise or die trying.
But that didn't matter now. He did die, and he wasn't of any help. He failed them just like he failed his pack, his family--his mother, father, brothers, sisters. So now he was here in this dome, living like a stray dog again. He always kept his illusion up as a habit, but still.
He was out again today, though, looking for something to hunt again(his previous searches being unsuccessful), something to satiate the blood-lust all carnivores naturally harbored. And as he was out, he stopped. Cold. There was something on the wind--no. Toboe? Of all the others, Tsume seemed to only form any sort of unspoken, close bond with that annoying runt that pseudo-convinced him to leave the city, so when he picked up on that smell. God, that scent, a thousand things went through his head. He didn't know if he should be glad, pissed, or worried, cause leave it to that kid to attract trouble--what was he doing in a place like this, anyway?
Either way, he followed the scent. He didn't run..Tsume rarely acted as rashly as Kiba did and so he knew better than to put all hope into that one wisp of a scent that could just be all in his head, but his pace was a brisk walk. With a clenched jaw, he followed the scent he swore he picked up on, looking for that little runt. Besides, even if he didn't find Toboe, he'd picked up what he thought could be whiffs of Blue here and there, anyway. He was bound to find someone..but..this was hell. His hell for things he'd done. Why would they be here? He wanted to see them, but..not here. 'Not this place...Not this place, they don't deserve it..'
Tsume was terse and difficult at first, and he'd mellowed out and become easier to get along with despite being the Kiba's unwanted voice of reason, but there was still this..shell around him. Underneath it, he did have the capacity to care if he let himself..
Content: Catching wind of Toboe in the fake city, Tsume decides it's a good idea to see if it's who he thinks it is, or if he's really alone, and ends up running into trouble.
Setting: I6, towards Actua Are's direction.
Time: Early week 27, late afternoon
Warnings: None, really. Violence, but nothing over the top.
He'd been stuck in this stupid place for two weeks. Just two weeks, and he was ready to fling himself off a cliff just to get out of here. He was used to the city and new how to adapt, yes, but that didn't mean he liked being here.
Tsume was a wolf, not a human. He didn't belong here, he was falling into his old habits without anyone like himself around. He'd met up with a few odd characters, and he wasn't running with a gang of humans this time around, at least--no, he didn't need to surround himself or lead a bunch of humans around on a crime spree to feel..important, or to pass the time by. He did, however, find himself growing more and more frustrated, spiteful, and insecure again. He knew he wasn't going to be the one to open paradise, he knew he wouldn't get to go to paradise--only Kiba would, but he embarked on the journey anyhow. To be part of something and erase the shame from his name. To stand by something until the bitter end and redeem himself.
But he failed. He could smell Hige and Blue's blood like a wall of swamp water flooding his nose, that fresh, coppery scent mingling with the bitter scent of death. The same smell that rose from Toboe's bloody carcass. He was too late to save Toboe from the humans he believed in, he was too late to do anything for Hige and Blue, and he couldn't even make it up to Kiba to at least distract Darcia. He was useless.. At least Hige would get to die in forgiveness for the things he'd done.
The thought made his fur bristle, his strides stiff as he went through the city. He was useless. He probably could've caught himself if he really tried, there were other ledges. Did he let himself fall on purpose? Was he just trying to escape his fate again? Probably. He had a hard time forgiving Hige for his betrayal as much as he had a hard time forgiving himself and all of his failures. He didn't trust himself around anyone, let alone the other wolves he traveled with--they had too much faith in him. He'd try, yes, but..he didn't see himself as worth it at first. But through it all, the further he went, the more all four wolves depended on one another and trusted one another..Tsume..came to let them depend on him, too. He had valuable skills, and he'd get himself and Toboe to Paradise or die trying.
But that didn't matter now. He did die, and he wasn't of any help. He failed them just like he failed his pack, his family--his mother, father, brothers, sisters. So now he was here in this dome, living like a stray dog again. He always kept his illusion up as a habit, but still.
He was out again today, though, looking for something to hunt again(his previous searches being unsuccessful), something to satiate the blood-lust all carnivores naturally harbored. And as he was out, he stopped. Cold. There was something on the wind--no. Toboe? Of all the others, Tsume seemed to only form any sort of unspoken, close bond with that annoying runt that pseudo-convinced him to leave the city, so when he picked up on that smell. God, that scent, a thousand things went through his head. He didn't know if he should be glad, pissed, or worried, cause leave it to that kid to attract trouble--what was he doing in a place like this, anyway?
Either way, he followed the scent. He didn't run..Tsume rarely acted as rashly as Kiba did and so he knew better than to put all hope into that one wisp of a scent that could just be all in his head, but his pace was a brisk walk. With a clenched jaw, he followed the scent he swore he picked up on, looking for that little runt. Besides, even if he didn't find Toboe, he'd picked up what he thought could be whiffs of Blue here and there, anyway. He was bound to find someone..but..this was hell. His hell for things he'd done. Why would they be here? He wanted to see them, but..not here. 'Not this place...Not this place, they don't deserve it..'
Tsume was terse and difficult at first, and he'd mellowed out and become easier to get along with despite being the Kiba's unwanted voice of reason, but there was still this..shell around him. Underneath it, he did have the capacity to care if he let himself..