Posts by Thomas

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.

What are you, five? Thomas mused as he came up beside the other. The English Shepard sighed and shook his head. They became younger and younger every day. Perhaps this was a bad thing. Perhaps this was a good thing. Who knew. He personally did not care. Like... no offense but don't you think your a little inexperienced? He should stop talking. This was disrespectful. This was hypocritical. This was-... Wait. Since when did he care about things like that?

Whoah. Calm down there, chap... Thomas advised as he padded forward. What happened, just yesterday this guy was all sunshine and rainbows. Now he was sitting here cursing like a sailor, distressed with the world. Talk about bipolar disorder. The canine growled and rubbed at his forehead. Listen, I already got enough of a headache as it is so like... He rolled a paw and stared up at the other, Just... calm down and we can talk out whatever is upsetting you... I guess... He just wanted to go back to bed.

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..?

Welp. Couldn't argue with that. Alright. You've swayed me. The canine simply stated. ... What? Did you expect a fight? A 'you cant do that! You'll get killed out there!' ... Nah. None of that. He doesn't have enough energy to waste on pointless stuff like that. Thomas simply stated, Congratulations... I guess... before waving the other off. He looked eager to leave anyways

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...

Okay. So what did Tom, a completely normal dog, catch from that? This guy was pissed at both genders, pulled some pranks, killed some people, and is dead himself. He... really needed to stop drinking. The shepherd huffed and coughed, as if clearing his throat. Y-yeah! He chirped, laughing nervously and averting his eyes, T-totally.... Sounds normal. Completely normal feeling.

Thomas groaned and rubbed at his aching ears. Did anyone ever stop screaming here? This was insane. The canine drew up beside the wolf. He gave a wave with half lidded eyes. Hey. I'm Tom... he greeted himself in, Aka the only sane person here...

Thomas wasn't exactly one for games. He could only comprehend the ideas of fun under the influence of intoxication. Well. He could, he just preferred not to. It was much easier to stay emotionless. The shepherd hummed and turned up to Chica. What are we doing, boss? he asked, raising a brow.

He had just joined but he supposed he didn't have a reason not to attend. Tom yawned quietly as he padded up to the group, lazily lying down face down into the ground. He did not want to move...

Thomas's muzzle scrunched up as he turned to the leader. What? he snapped quietly, Am I not allowed to ask a question now? Sorry I wasn't informed. he shrugged and turned away from the other. Whoops. Sorry for being confused why a kit was a deputy then. It made no sense. But hey. He didnt care that much to fight about it.