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  • almost paradise // private, hudson



    Hudson had suffered endlessly the last few days. He was without a home for a month or so, he had his limb torn from his body and his heart drained of a big supply of it's blood. The Canadian felt weak and tired, he spent almost all of his time at camp sleeping and gnawing on poppy seeds to handle the phantom pains that haunted his severed leg.
    This was awful.
    The young man was an adventurer at heart, a survivalist, a hiker. He was a man of the wild and he hated to stay still for so long, but he wanted to get better, he needed to heal. So he didn't strain himself. Seeing a young pup settle herself in camp, flowers by her paws, Hudson's attention was caught quickly. A piece of the outdoors were brought near and immediately the man was inclined to get closer. Lifting himself up shakily, the amputee wasn't used to walking on three legs so he limped over rather heavily, the bandages and poultice around his stump stained a dark crimson. He hoped it wasn't a scary sight for the child.
    Sending a cheeky smile down onto the golden retriever, Hudson would speak to her way after sitting down by her side, eyeing the crown she was making curiously.
    "Hey kiddo, what's that you got there?" The duck toller would ask with a cock of his head and a glimmer in his tired, yet youthful chestnut eyes.


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  • If only you knew // open+gifts // what you put me through



    Hudson was new in Riverclan - was he even considered a member? Well, not really. All he did was get his arm torn off only to bleed out at the clan's border, if anything he was a pest rather than a guest. He sucked all the medic's attention and supplies even thought it wasn't necessarily his fault the Canadian quite honestly felt rather bad about that. The clan wanted the duck tolling retriever to stay within camp, to rest, to relax. Most of the time that felt nice, but too much of one thing was lethal. Hudson was a man of the wilderness, he had boundless energy and a thirst for travelling, it scared him to think of himself as immobile for the rest of his life. To be confined to camp forever seemed horrifying.
    As a way to test his ability to walk on three limbs, the Nova Scotian decided that he would scout out the borders every now and then as a form of physical therapy and surely, he was starting to get used to wobbling around clumsily. His gait wasn't pretty, but he was moving.
    Nearing Wildhunt's side the ginger male halted and glanced at the chocolate Windclanner before him. A retriever, but one of a different breed. A labrador. Henry was his name it seemed, unless Wildhunt was wrong and things were about to get awkward. Eyeing the other man, Hudson couldn't help but notice things.
    This guy was super skinny. Nearing the thinness which Hudson had achieved. The thing is though, that Henry was a clan member, he had people who could feed them, his starvation was intentional. Was it? Did Windclan have food to spare?
    Hudson's starvation was caused by the lack of fat in his diet that consisted of lean game.
    The second thing he noticed was Henry's mangled paw and two things popped into his mind
    One: well, at least he has a paw
    and two: Damn, what is it with retrievers and being fucked up?     A smile adorning his features, the Canadian finally spoke.
    "Gifts? What kind of gifts?"


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  • Riverclan Shipping Thread 2.0

    UHHHHHHH


    MACKESU
    HUDTOU
    TOUDSON
    HUDSETSU


    husky,,,,, hmmmmmmm,,,,,,,,,, that sounds original!!! *sarcasm*


    Touketsu and Hudson have very different personalities
    Tou is stern, serious and stoic
    Hudson is laid-back, passive and goofy but very wise


    I want Hudson to tell Tou to chillax

  • Riverclan Shipping Thread 2.0

    Hudson's true love is nature, Edgar Ellen Poe and Billy Joel
    He also likes helping people


    I wanna make Hudson a gay therapist guy who walks around telling people poems while brining them on hikes to relax and talk about their problems in a judge-free zone lmao

  • psophocichla litsitsirupa [o, joining]



    // The precious son I love him <3


    Hudson was finally starting to recover. whatever that was left of his right arm was still covered under layers of poultice and dressing in order to prevent infection from settling in. The medics requested that he should stay in camp at all times but Hudson was not a person to be confined to certain spaces. He was an adventurer, a survivalist, his place was in nature and his hobby was to see new things and learn anything that he could.
    Sometimes, the man left camp to try and practice walking on three limbs, it often lead him to meeting new people. When he saw newt at the border the Canadian's attention was grabbed and he limped over to greet the tom.
    "I guess you're sticking around, yeah?" Hudson inquired with a cock of his head and a smile upon his ginger face.
    "Well if that's the case I'm Hudson, please to meet you."



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  • no one talks on the phone anymore, y'know? // open, blind dating!



    //I know midnight has passed so be free to decline Hud if you want


    Hudson was bored out of his mind after being confined to camp for so long after his fatal injuries. He still felt sympotms of low blood volume and weakness but that was no reason to simply bum around and do nothing. Seeing a decently sized crowd gather, the duck tolling retreiver was quick to approach the scene with a smile on his face and curiosity in his eyes. Listen, maybe he was a loser but deep down inside Hud was a hopeless romantic at times.


    Name: Hudson Mackenzie
    Platonic or Non-platonic: either
    Age: 13 months
    Sexuality: Homosexual



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  • psophocichla litsitsirupa [o, joining]



    // eye emoji


    So this guy was gonna stay for at least a little while, well that was cool. Hudson didn't say much more because soon after Newt was going ahead and performing experiments of sorts. He analysed Crocodilepaw's tail and asked some rather interesting questions, Hudson couldn't help but be incredibly intrigued by all of this. This tabby surely loved what he was doing here. Eyeing the coconut that was brought up the Cnadian internally doubted that this was going to be a pleasant situation. A crocodile's tail was muscle to help swim, it wasn't meant to be a weapon or a club. The predator's weapon was it's maw, not it's tail.
    He refused to say anything.
    As he watched the hybrid slam his tail onto the coconut and split it open Hudson's maw gaped and he started to laugh. "Holy shit!" The duck tolling retriever exclaimed as he made his way over to the cracked nut, husking off some of it's skin before scraping some flesh off of it's edges and taking some into his mouth.
    Sweet, a good taste. "It's good, you guys should try some - it's nice and fresh."
    The ginger furred man said before pawing the cracked fruit over towards Newt's and Ramses's direction, a wide smile adorning his features before he warned them curtly. "Don't take too much though unless you wanna have runs for a while. "

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  • psophocichla litsitsirupa [o, joining]



    He declined the coconut, well, understandable. It's not like this was a one in a lifetime opportunity either so Hudson left the coconut aside for whoever else that wanted to take a bite or a sip of it's water. It tasted fantastic - one of nature's natural goodness, but being a carnivore didn't really do many benefits on keeping it in.
    The retriever's head then perked up as Newt addressed him, his floppy ears twitched attentively and the Canadian was quick to smile and speak. Yeah, that's me." He replied with his teeth exposed in a nice, friendly grin before he spoke the other man's name. And you're... Newt? Funny you don't look like an amphibian to me."
    Aaaaand there was the jokes, Hudson's specialty. He chuckled after his words, looking pretty satisfied with his own rather mediocre humour.


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