Posts by kell

hey so

lets plot my dudes

i need some things for this ass to do

open to

-one night stands

-short term relationships

-being buds

-AUs (throw them at me please)

-drinking pals

-mushroom friends

^basically he needs a friend to abuse substances with

-im open to a lot of stuff tbh anything that has to do with him getting laid is almost always gonna be a yes

closed to

-the usual (death, injuries, ect)

-litters

-long term relationships

AESTHETIC

-the essence of wi

"woah hey, haven't seen you in a while!" he greeted london, he didn't really know her too well in the past and most of the time he had spotted her with.. what was his name? ah! jacob. he didn't try and ask about that because nowadays you would never know what had happened to someone or if they were still living well and he really didn't want to get into all that so he kept his trap shut for once. he was probably just fine though. when the news of the camp reached his ears, a slight look of shock came over his face,"fucking exilers.." he quietly growled, shaking his mane as if to rid himself merely of the name of them. "and yeah, if you could- i literally have no idea what i'm doing out here." his amber eyes turned onto fadingmoon as she approached, another person he didn't know too well. they were all had been his clanmates but he just felt like it had been so long since he met most of them that when he already didn't know them too well, this was just a step further. "thanks," her next question took him a bit off guard but he wasn't one to lie or divert the question,"just spent a lot of time by myself doing stupid shit." he paused, after thinking over it a moment, then reiterated,"really stupid shit."

now, wi had three best friends. of those three, jersey was probably one of the ones he would tackle. well, no, he would tackle all of them. and sure, he was a small tuxedo cat but that didn't stop wi. his round ears turned at the sound of that familiar voice and immediately abandoned all objective of following london on a guide to the new camp. his curls in his main were quite signature, and now they bounced as he hurtled towards the cat. was jersey going to come out alive? well, that was debatable. wi was kind of careful when he tackled the now quite smaller feline, scooping him in his paws and rolling in the ashy dust as he let out a loud laugh,"JERSEY!" he still had his stupid signature bowtie on too, and definitely hadn't lost his personality. after a few more suffocating seconds (for jersey at least) he let go, flopping back down on his ass, obvious that he was thrilled. he grinned, poking a toe on his front paw against jersey's shoulder,"you missed me didn't you, you old sap.." his tail smacked against the ground with a lot more power than before- he had grown quite a bit in all ways, though he still wasn't quite full grown. a lion matured at two years old and he was still a bit younger than that. his body was still growing and though he looked quite big already he still had a bit more to go. "soo, i got bigger." all his actions were childish despite his size and look, which clearly indicated that he was still the same immature hoe as before- just more hoe-like.

everything was just too much. he had tried getting drunk and tried the drugs but a lot of things just weren't working for him right now. he was trying to enjoy his night off but wi was ultimately failing. he hadn't seen his friends in months and felt so isolated it was crazy, it seemed like all he knew how to do right now was drink it away. and at some point he knew that wasn't the answer. too many times had the strippers in the bar sauntered up to him tonight offering various things that sometimes were way too dirty for his clouded mind and he denied all them. what was wrong with him? was it the fact that he was lonely? maybe it's just that he wanted to see his friends again..? whatever it was, he nevertheless downed the rest of his almost empty glass and set it down on the hickory bar counter. he was done for the night. he wasn't drunk, that was only his second pint and he could take three tops before he got drunk. he got up, golden curls that stemmed from dark roots signature to his look, well that and his drop dead gorgeous face. wi was not really modest anymore, he knew he was good looking but most of the time he forgot to include it in his arrogant introductions. he did have cheekbones that sculpted his face and a jawline that could cut a bitch, though those weren't really on par with how fit his body was. he was fit. why? because what do you do when you have so much time to kill? bounce between surfing and the gym, as most do. oh, and sometimes the bar.

well, good news is is that wi ditched the bar. he found himself carrying his sandals as he walked along the beach as he headed toward the pier. the sand sunk in between his toes that were tanned from long days in the sand, just as the rest of him was. he kicked it in good nature, already beginning to feel better as he roamed the beach. being close to the beach was relaxing. he found a spot on the short wooden pier, it was one for locals and therefore it was smaller than normal ones, and sat down. he dusted the sand off his worn sandals and ran a hand through his tousled curls as he huffed. what a day. the tanktop he was wearing wasn't doing much to shield him from the light breeze but he wouldn't have it any other way because it honestly felt quite nice. today had been stressful but so far the ocean was a chill bud to hang with.