#wendygoes

[xaallo]

[shiningsilverarmor]

wendygoes asked: ＂ ＮＥＷ ＬＩＦＥ.＂ A sniff, then another. The little critter almost smells like ... a distant home, somewhere he knew. But he doesn't vocalize it.

But the new life sure does vocalize their reaction when looking upon the beak that bared such similarity to their own parent:

Purrl ! Purrl ! 

@wendygoes​

[caestusarchivum]

＂ ｔｈａｔ＇ｓ ｎｏｔ ｔｈｅ ｗｉｎｄ ｙｏｕ ｈｅａｒ， ＇ｔｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｒｒｏｗ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｏｒｅｓｔ． ＂

"Would y'believe me if I said I was tryina fix that very thing?"

Said kneeled into some brush, she did not look to the voice. If the whistles in her ears and the cold breeze meant the trees were crying out in their depression in agony, well...

She had two hands. She could fix it.

"Watch," said Hikari while burying her hands in dead bramble. They did not sting nor cut, her fingers passing harmlessly through each vine. They became green and verdant upon her touch, heavy with harvest and full with leaves. A blackberry fell into her hand, and the greenery only spread a bit more before Hikari realized she'd have a lot more contact to do here...

"This is what I came here t'do after all. I came to these woods fer this very reason. I wanna help."

[brknwtch]

@wendygoes​ 

{~☣  There is a silence to the forest that is unnerving, when it seems not even the wind seemed to dare blow and rustle the leaves. It’s this kind of quiet that always puts him on alert and incredibly more aware of his surroundings then he was before. Despite the tension coursing through his muscles he keeps his breathing steady, his gait is still strong and confident but more calculated then before. 

Listening as closely as he could, hands reflexively moving to grasp the butt of his gun. There is something out there, something somewhere around him that’s just beyond sight. 

Stalkers?

Hunters? 

Joel’s nose wrinkles heavily, knowing if it’s either one of those, chances are they would have gotten him surrounded of course the hunters wouldn’t have waited this long to strike, especially so far out from the city. Stalkers might, but they would have also launched themselves at him at some point. 

God help them if there’s a new kind of infected. 

Joel wraps his hand firmly around his revolver to carefully slip it from his waist band and cock it back. Just a safety measure in case something jumps at him, at least he’s prepared. Hazel eyes stay trained ahead, but his guard is up and be able to act quickly and efficiently.

He has people waiting on him, and he’ll be damned if he’s going down.  ☣~}

[lostlorns-archiving]

@wendygoes​   :    Stares at really long.

CURIOUS  CREATURE

your’e  not  going  to  win  this  staring  contest   /   loki  hasn’t  blinked  in  the  last  few  decades.

[brknwtch]

@wendygoes​ liked for a starter 

{~☣  The woods were eerily quiet. Normally one would find it peaceful as they can hear the water cutting through wood and wind through the trees, but this kind of quiet only happens before the other shoe drops and shit starts going to hell. This is what always happens, so keeping your guard up is mandatory to surviving, especially outside of the QZ where anything can happen. 

Not seeing any infected or hunters doesn’t mean they’re not out there, keeping his gait hurried but as silent as he could when walking through the brush and sticks. Looking for a good place to at least rest and see about gathering what supplies he could on his way back from the last drop. 

Then he paused, a feeling of being watched crawls up his spine and causes his entire form to go rigid. Carefully grabbing the revolver from his waist, Joel starts walking again, but this time a bit more calculated, more slow, trying to listen for anyone or anything coming at him. It could be hunters, it could be stalkers but no matter what it was would end up finding out what a bullet tastes like. 

Slipping quickly behind a tree, he presses his back to it, drawing back the hammer to cock the gun, ready to show why he was the wrong person to prey on. ☣~}

[paraleech]

@wendygoes​ asked: ＂ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＳＯＵＬ， ＹＯＵＮＧ ＤＥＶＯＵＲＥＲ． ＳＡＹ ＨＯＷ ＴＨＥＹ ＷＲＯＮＧＥＤ ＹＯＵ， ＡＮＤ ＴＨＥ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＷＩＬＬ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＴＨＥＭ ＲＩＧＨＴ ＢＡＣＫ ＂

          .. Was this a dream, or just another strange, friday night?

          Fyuga did not know what to make of this... creature? Man? She didn’t know who this was or why his face was so.. bony. Undead, perhaps? She only ever looks like this when the bones of her skull are revealed after a very harsh fight... was he simply in a state of being dead?

          Ah, pointless questions. This man had words to say, after all, and Fyuga heard him out. He sounds as if she knows her, knows what she’s been through. Perhaps he’s been through the same? Maybe he simply knows from experience, or his abilities are more than what the eye can see.

“ .. But.. Fyuga no want them hurt. “

          Hands tuck into her lap, almost ashamed to say what she does. She doesn’t know who this is, but something about him clearly seems to care for her. Whether or not it was pseudo-parental or just straight up manipulative wasn’t clear. But she still felt like she was talking to an adult trying to comfort her.

“ Fyuga hurt a lot of pee-poll... Fyuga probably deserve lot of.. mad pee-poll at Fyuga.

[an-ordinary-roach]

＂ ｙｏｕ ｓｍｅｌｌ ．．． ｎｉｃｅ． ＂

“Smell good?”  That took Bor out of the loop, the last thing they remember is that their scent smells like ash or soot and rot, pretty stinky. So they’re just-... Not really sure what to do with the answer they got. Well Except thank him of course!

“Oh damn, Thanks! Uhm... I don’t get that often unless I’ve been rollin in lemon grass or somethin. But...  hmm.” They don’t even know what he smells like, how rude of them. Bor hops off the tree and tilted their nose towards this cryptid for a good ol scent swap.~