RAIN [♠] Joining

Tom groaned as his paws sank into the mud below him. The English Shepard's wispy tail twitched in thought as he stared down into the ground. No true emotion was readable on his face, simply lost in a void of thought. How long has he been traveling? How long has he been wandering? Simply drifting from place to place with no real goal. Where would he go at this point, anyways? Everything was just the same, day in and day out. There was nothing new anymore.

Perhaps he should stop running away from an issue he didn't even know the name of. Things just told him to wander, and so he did. Perhaps instead he should sit down and think about what he's doing. It's not like he does that anyways. The canine hummed quietly and crawled up onto a rock, hiding away from the mud. He shook the rain off of his pelt. He did not exactly know why; it was still raining. He would just get wet again. He sighed and lied down on the hard surface of the rock. He could smell the border of this place. It seemed even destiny wanted him to take a minute to rest. He tisked and rolled his eyes. Destiny. Right.

Alas, Thomas did not react. The dog had honestly stopped caring at this point. His ears perked up as his pitch black eyes turned up to the other. They represented voids, as if you could simply reach inside and never touch a thing. He groaned and covered his ears, cursing under his breath.

"Could you be any louder? He hissed, A guys simply waiting at the border like they're supposed too and I get ear r*ped because of it! Seriously! What was with these people? The male shook his head, hoping to clear the ringing to no avail. He blinked owlishly as he stared at the ground, eventually turning back up to the dragon, glaring him down. Maybe he would come to his senses and talk this out like a civilized person.

The Shepard raised a brow, disgust molded onto his muzzle. He ate them? Well. ... He was kinkshaming. No. No he wasn't. All jokes aside, the canine huffed and rolled his eyes, lazily flopping to one side, barly supporting his own weight. Yeah. So. Simply joining. No need to get your underwear in a bunch becasue a harmless dog as at your doorstep. He grumbled. What was this guys deal anyways. Most people love joiners.

Okay. So airhorn can transform now. Great. His eyes scanned the other over for a few seconds, shifting from left to right. Its... Thomas... he informed before groggily standing up. The English canine was a tad bit smaller next to the other, not that he cared much. He didn't see why he would care. He was to tired to care at this point. He just wanted out of the rain.

...

And to never be called Spuff ever again.

Thomas simply stared up at the other. He took a humid breath into his lungs, holding it for a few tranquil seconds before exhaling. The void like eyes of the male seemed to stare up at the other, ears perked up. He liked this weather? How? It was damp and annoying. Muddy too.

He soon perked up to Olive's greeting. Great. Was she going to howl in his face too? The English Shepherd simply gave a wave and mumbled 'Sup... to her.

And... who the heck was Chika? Did he care? The canine's black eyes stared at the wolf before they seemed to flick back to Olive. He hummed and blinked owlishly at her. Now what? He didn't know. Uhh... he turned up to Lu, as if asking for clarification on what to do. He turned back to the other, a raised brow on his muzzle, Hi..?

Okay. He knew these people were crazy. This was his proof. He stared up at the other, as if asking if the statement was true. When he received no answer, he took a cautious step away from the other. Yeaaaahhh... he coughed nervously, Yeah. Not doing that...