I don’t even know who is around anymore. o.o Like this for a thread I guess?

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@reddustwander
I don’t even know who is around anymore. o.o Like this for a thread I guess?
Storm’s Rising || Closed
[ ☣ ]– He watched the hand dart out and bright eyes examining the trade. After she placed off it to the side. Max went back to watching the flames. Hunger gnawed at his ribs and contracted his stomach until his muscled ached.
He couldn’t deny he was excited about eating something cooked. He spent most days eating maggots, dog food, raw rats, and lizards, fire was a gift as well as water.
He saw the skin around her eyes crinkle and he guessed she was smiling. “Bandits,” Max growled in response, his own eyes flashing, “Good scrap at those camps, not just Guzzaline.” The corner of him mouth twitched upward in a slight smile.
Rarely did he hesitate to raid Bandit camps, often more times than not, he’d come across some pretty great finds. Anything from canned food to ammo. But Bandits were dangerous and some even turned human flesh into leather. He had cheated death more times raiding camps that from anything else. It was the world they lived in now and he had to survive…and so did she.
Max glanced back up at the female and saw her eyes focused on the storm. He shifted with a grunt, his bad leg growing stiff. He stretched it out, unable to keep it bent any longer, and hoped he wasn’t invading too much into her space.
Her eyes jumped to him at the sudden movement, hand darting to her waist, to the knife strapped there. When she realised that he was only getting comfortable, the muscles in her back relaxed and she exhaled slowly.
“Injured?” She gestured at his leg vaguely. Even minor injuries could be fatal. Blood sickness, night sweats, and all sorts of problems could arise from even the most minor of scratches.
She pulled her knife free and speared the lizard tail. She could stand to wait. Once upon a time she would eat first. She had provided the food, cooked it, prepared it. But it wasn’t once upon a time, and he needed to eat. Extending her arm, she offered the charred meat, dripping with fat, toward the stranger.
“Eat. Think of hunting tomorrow. When winds die.”
Have I? ;_; I’m so sorry. I lost the muse for so long. But she’s kinda back so I wanna… try? I guess XD
I have so many new followers! ._.
Yes! You have~ and no worries and no need to apologize. Yay for new followers though!
How does one even work this new system? I can’t delete reblogs o.o
you go to your posts and then scroll to that posts and then click on the gear edit sign and select delete. I really don’t like this new version….
It definitely hurts ;_;
Storm’s Rising || Closed
dieselisms
[ ☣ ]– Max hadn’t realized how hypnotic the sounds of cooking could be. The smells were intoxicating and for a moment or two, he was engrossed in watching the flames lick at the flesh. But not even the flames were as hungry as him.
The single word caught the mad man off guard and at first he thought he had imagined it. Share. But–but why? His mind scrambled for something he could offer, something as a trade for food. He mentally searched his pockets and found his hand dipping into the zipper pouch at his right breast. He pulled out a long thick piece of fire starting flint along with a striker.
“Here,” he said, tossing them over to the women. Catching the canteen of water as it slid over to him. “For when the gas on that thing runs out.” It was a meager offering compared to the food and water this half masked women had given him, but it was all he could give. He hoped it would be enough. “And…” He swallowed, his dry throat crying out for the liquid sloshing between his hands. “Thanks.”
Her hand snapped out, a sand viper striking at the air, and she snatched the offering. She held it to the light of the flame, examining it. Then, with a decisive movement, she flicked it around her hand and laid it out beside the fire. An acknowledgement of his offering.
“Should last.” She gestured at the flame. “But if not. Bandit camp nearby.” A bit of fat dripped off the tail, sending the flame dancing, illuminating her smiling eyes. “Guzzaline there.”
Wander looked past him, out at the raging winds, eyes narrowed. The storm would last the night, from the looks of it. But she did not know if this man was trustworthy. So much for sleep. She returned to tending the meat.
Have I? ;_; I’m so sorry. I lost the muse for so long. But she’s kinda back so I wanna… try? I guess XD
I have so many new followers! ._.
Yes! You have~ and no worries and no need to apologize. Yay for new followers though!
How does one even work this new system? I can’t delete reblogs o.o
dieselisms replied to your post:*Whispers.* hi
OOC; Hello, you’ve been missed. :3
Have I? ;_; I’m so sorry. I lost the muse for so long. But she’s kinda back so I wanna... try? I guess XD
I have so many new followers! ._.
*Whispers.*
hi
Ogre nodded thoughtfully as he listened. The way she spoke almost reminded him of the War Boys back home. They were always willing to let each other die and enter the glorious gates, but they had to survive long enough to be able to. War Pups were brought up protected (more or less), they helped each other. Readied each other for their final glorious day in battle. Their strength was in numbers.
“ I can understand that. “ More or less. He still didn’t understand sharing with strangers, but it wasn’t his decision to make.
“ So where are you headed to now, you tryna get home? “
Wander glanced off to the side, blue eyes reflecting the endless golden sand. “No.” She rolled her shoulders, a restless gesture of discomfort. “Don’t have a home. All dead. All gone. Now, I walk.” A shrug.
With her clan gone, with her purpose gone, Wander simply did as she did because she had nothing else to do.
“And they tell me I need to talk more.” He said, more to himself. “Good luck with that. Try not to die too quickly.”
A tilted head, the vaguest gesture of curiosity. “You care?”
“Is this literal or….?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You live. You die. The sand soaks your blood. Sand takes us all.”
Dubharadh
Independent supernatural OC 10+ years RP experience OC, AU, Crossover friendly
Rules | Character | Fae | Powers | Weakness
im in the “i want a black widow movie not a sixth spiderman film” squad
Unless it’s a black Spider-Man, I don’t care.
I’d love to see Miles Morales
Spider Gwen would be cool, too.
im in the “i want a black widow movie not a sixth spiderman film” squad
Unless it’s a black Spider-Man, I don’t care.
“You again…” he lowers his gun after pointing it on reflex when he heard movement.
For a moment he studies the woman, unsure what to say. After all, she’d helped right? He was just far too tense at the time to linger after she’d cut open his muzzle. Seemed like the obvious thing to do–he hadn’t exactly been friendly to begin with. That was a rarity in itself in such a prime survivalist as himself.
“Hmmm…Never thanked you for, uh…Breaking those chains…while back…So, uh…thank you,” he muttered it rather quickly, rasped under his breath.
Wander also lowered her sidearm, returning to wrapping the bandage around the slice in her thigh in the shadow of the rocks. She jerked the fabric tight, wincing behind the cloth, as she listened to his gratitude.
Pushing to her feet, she tested her weight on her injured leg, looking over at him. “Warriors protect. Help. No thanks. Just doing what fighters do.” She picked up her pack, setting it on the rock behind her.
“Lizards around. Big. Be careful.” She pointed at her leg. “Claws hurt, teeth poisoned.”
Dubharadh
Independent supernatural OC 10+ years RP experience OC, AU, Crossover friendly
Rules | Character | Fae | Powers | Weakness
;; ok, so sorry about this but I felt like it had to get out. If I break your rules in any way, please tell me. I roleplay with a lot of people, and I always read the rules page before threading with them. That’s a lot of rules pages, and every one is different. I can’t keep track of all of them! If I’ve got twenty drafts it isn’t easy to remember what partner didn’t like this and which partner didn’t like that. I’m only human and I don’t always remember. So if we’re in the middle of a thread, and my muse does something that makes yours uncomfortable, tell me. It wasn’t deliberate. Please, don’t continue writing with me if you don’t enjoy it because I messed up. I wanna know, okay? If I made you uncomfortable in any way, I’d be more than happy to change my reply and/or write a new thread w/ you <3
I am OC trash...
*Pushes new blog under carpet.*