#rendog mailbox

[rendogs-mailbox]

[it was not ren]

[it wore his face, spoke with his voice, moved his body around like a puppet. It was not ren.]

[it’s sat on the roof of their houseboat, working to sharpen the axe. It was a weak axe, stone, the iron tools locked away for when they were most needed, as ren hadn’t gone on a proper mining trip yet]

[the use of stone tools frustrated it. were they not a fighter? These would not do much damage, where did the iron and diamond go?]

[it feels as though hermitcraft lets ren get too soft. If he had been the same as in the series, they wouldn’t be here, 30 million blocks away from everything they had spent all season making. He should’ve been better at fighting. He should have been better]

[it lets out a puff of air, furious at everything. It hates it here, hates the lack of activities, hates it all. The axe looks plenty sharp now, another thing it could be doing gone.]

[great. Just what it needed. To be more bored]

[rendogs-mailbox]

[he had woken up maybe five minutes ago, a late night resulting in an even later wake up time. His outfit thankfully wasn't too hard to get on, but his hair is unbrushed as he goes to get to work, thrown up in a pony tail. he needs to organise the supplies he had been gathering the last couple days, his next building starting.. soon. whenever he quits procrastinating.]

[he heads to the hanger bay, hopping down. all his shulker were there, no where near organised now, just thrown around wherever it fit. he sighs, getting to work, Laika getting comfortable in the corner watching him]

[rendogs-mailbox]

Running. Running away, running away to safety. It’s something so instinctual, so very primal, that he almost wants to pin it on this strange new form he’s assumed.

But Doc knows that’s not the case.

There’s safety to be had at the houseboat. Ren would know it’s him. Surely. Surely Ren would know it’s him.

Three gentle bonks on the door. He’s careful not to ram too hard.

@docs-mailbox

[the silence had been nice to have, nearly every person on this server much too far to bother it. As much as it got bored quickly, it preferred to be alone than to deal with any of the much too friendly hermits right now]

[the knock makes it growls, its alone time interrupted. It sets down its sword, looking over to the single mirror in the boat. It fixes the hair, practices one of those happy Rendog smiles and turns towards the door]

[it opens the door, looking around with that too sharp smile. It doesn’t look down at first, but when it does, its smile turns into a scowl. Great. A filthy animal on their boat, just what it needed]