I’VE SUNK PRETTY LOW ✧ discussion

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    ✧ — the clan was as good as dead, he knew that much. and right now, he wanted to change that. and that meant having a heart to heart with the clan, as well as the leader, wherever he seemed to be off to. with the new year quickly approaching, it meant that they could easily reinvent themselves with the new year. if the clan was this dead, something obviosuly wasn’t right. "ey! get out here ya’ lazy fuckers! we need to have a serious discussion around the place. most of y’all seem to he dead so something is obviously wrong. with this new year approaching fast, let’s reinvent ourselves. make ourselves a place known by all." he called out, pacing back and forth as he called out to the members of the clan. the direwolf was not one to be patient and kind about things, and would not take well to being kept waiting.






    MAN IN MOTION GOING NOWHERE, tags —————

    newrules was lagging behind, surprisingly, and it pissed him off. the cheetah raced his ass as fast as he could to catch up to where rasputin was, running in place for a moment, then sitting down as the dog tags around his neck jingled. listening to the direwolf huff about tough guy things, newrules rolled his eyes in irritation. 'yeah-ha yikes, this clan's dead as shit. ain't ever seen a place so big so empty in my life.' his golden eyes flicked over to rasputin, a little edge on his voice. "you sure this is the right place, old man? it's freakin' deserted, who the hell lives here?" sure, newrules was all for making this place a clan of legend, but with the way it looked, it was... it was sorta depressing.

    splitting headaches and loud noises did not work well together. his nose twitched slightly the savannah not very happy at all. he couldnt even get some rest without someone bothering him, and he was trying too hard to keep this place moving but if he didnt have members, he didnt have anything. "what?" the leader asked, his eyes dull and uninterested. what he would of did for a bottle of alcohol at this point. anything was better than feeling the feralness slowly creep up and try to choke him.


    ♚ ･ﾟ: JUST NOT MY DAY — TAGS