We're All Mad Here [closed]
Characters: Tyrus, Damage and addtions
Content: Further wanderings of the fighter.
Setting: Closer to the Base
Warnings: None
Rocky ground dissuaded Tyrus little. The wolfdog pressed on through tracks of gimavines and old game scent, keeping downwind with his nose fixed on the air for any smell of gimacat. Despite the blonde humanchild's healing, he was cautious, almost willing to keep his word, which was more than he had done for any two-leg in a while. Besides, of course, try to bite out their throats.
The tang of old metal caught in his nostrils, and he slowed, but didn't halt. Different than the scent of his own steel leg, and what little hadn't rusted away in this place. It was almost new, and had a bristle standing up on the back of his neck, wary and inquisitive. It bore investigation, but a slow one.
Content: Further wanderings of the fighter.
Setting: Closer to the Base
Warnings: None
Rocky ground dissuaded Tyrus little. The wolfdog pressed on through tracks of gimavines and old game scent, keeping downwind with his nose fixed on the air for any smell of gimacat. Despite the blonde humanchild's healing, he was cautious, almost willing to keep his word, which was more than he had done for any two-leg in a while. Besides, of course, try to bite out their throats.
The tang of old metal caught in his nostrils, and he slowed, but didn't halt. Different than the scent of his own steel leg, and what little hadn't rusted away in this place. It was almost new, and had a bristle standing up on the back of his neck, wary and inquisitive. It bore investigation, but a slow one.