#ah rooooo

[omegalegacie-blog]

@ah-rooooo

How peculiar. Yes, very peculiar. “You're unlike any pokemon I have ever gotten to see before.” He sheds some enlightenment to the animal, who he assumes to be a Pokemon, before him. As to why he's putting his weight on one knee and eyeing it with a curious filled gaze. His location is a worry and it burdens his thoughts but he's too focused on, what he thinks, to be a new discovered Pokemon. This coming from a boy who's only completed in the least seventy eight percent of his national pokedex. “If I had my pokedex with me I would scan you,” he continues to ramble while he takes hold of his own chin in thought, wondering just what kind of pokemon it would fall under what categories. It hasn't attacked him yet so Ekko's currently resting inside his pokeball so Brendan doesn't find it absolutely necessary to call him upon. “Hmm..” He ponders. What to do.

[me-mecw]

@ah-rooooo liked this for a starter!

☥”Oh. My. GOODNESS. I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I just love your top - it matches your fur so well! It’s not often I see someone with a top that matches their color.” Always the enthusiastic greeter, Ankha smiled at the wolf, a paw held out. “My name’s Ankha by the way - I’ve been travelling for a little while, so it’s refreshing to see at least you understand fashion.”

[fantasysealing]

ah-rooooo

"And just who are you suppose to be? I don't remember there being any other werewolves here."

[misterallfiction]

ah rooooo

“『Hmmm. I know I'm good looking and all, but I should let you know. I don't swing that way. I learned my lesson from the pony debacle!』”

What was he even going on about?

[exilemayor]

♟ -- where’s isabelle when you need her?

ah-rooooo

Sights set on finding a proper home, it does not yet register that he has one. With claws ridiculously laden with aluminum cylinders, the bundled up carapacian walks with simple strides. Though lacking in proper vocal communication, he hums. Nothing at all would seem to be amiss from the point of view of any casual bystander.

In truth, his heart is a worried one, if used to being set with hardships. Being here, while it should be a surprise, doesn't quite hit him in the way it probably should. After so many years, it's really hard to surprise him anyway. He's hurt so much, sometimes he hardly cares, anymore.

What worries him, is the state of his citizens. There are so few of them. So small and simple and with no place to settle. But, there is always hope, which lies within a rather dilapidated appearing building. Avoiding debris carefully, he places his citizens strategically, using his precious chalk resources to finely tune his city plans. The result is simple, haphazard even, but he's proud enough. Except, something's missing…

A curious look offered by a bystander brings his attention elsewhere. Golden canine hues peer into his current haunt, complete with matching snout, ears, and teeth. Teeth. Sharp and pointed, much unlike his own, while the beast's size is unremarkable compared to the size of that beast, WV nearly recoils in response to its appearance. His butter knife is brandished as a weak attempt at self defense.