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  • Gather 'Round the Meteor Fire -- End Game Camp

    ( hnn i hope i can just jump in xD this post kinda sucks but oh well aaaaa
    also i apologize for not having a fancy- i deleted this boy's original account and forget to save it rip )


    After Noodle, 2D, and Russel's disappearances from BloodClan, Murdoc had left, not feeling obligated to stay there any longer because he knew literally no one. The wolf wandered from place to place nowadays, the smell of alcohol ever present in his jet black fur. It was only when he heard about End Game that he stopped, deciding to join them out of sheer curiosity. He mostly agreed with their ideals, believing the strong had a higher place in this world- but to be honest, he was more interested in the "destroying clans" part.


    The male had suffered a huge hangover the night before, nearly sleeping through the noise everyone was making outside. The words "setting fire" was what ultimately made Murdoc get up, and the ragged black wolf would soon pad out eagerly to the small group. There was a toothy grin on his muzzle, but grogginess was present in his heterochromic eyes, causing them to droop slightly. "Somebody say 'setting fire'?" He asked, eyes flickering to each individual before resting on Bill. "Count me in."

  • THE MONSTER YOU MADE ME || Fire! + End Game

    Fire. It was a beautiful thing, and terribly destructive, but that's why Murdoc liked it. Laughing maniacally, the black wolf ran along the edges of the camp with a flaming torch in his mouth, setting various homes on fire. God, he loved this.


    At Frisk's demands towards Finch and Sango, the male would pause in his path of destruction, turning his head slightly to listen, but remaining where he was. Chuckling, a grin would slowly appear on the canine's muzzle. Ooh, this was gonna be good.