#wulfodonnell

[lombardiisms]

wulf-o-donnell

It was well after midnight and it seemed Falco was still well awake. He couldn’t sleep at all, actually. He let out a sigh, standing out into the balcony, letting the cold night take his thoughts away. 

At the time, he was very conflicted over something, he wanted to talk to Wolf about it, but he wasn’t so sure if now were the right time to drop the conversation on him...

Better to get it through to him now than later, he guessed.

“Wolf.” Shouts the pheasant. “Wolf!” Once more. Sure, it was a late hour, but Wolf probably hadn’t slept either. “Uh - could you c’mere for a second? I wanna talk about, well, stuff.”

[wulf-o-donnell-blog-blog]

Heh, forgive me brief absence. I know I suddenly disappeared on a bad note. That's totally my fault. I'll have you all know I am doing fine and I actually got over my depression the day it was caused.

ANYWAYS! I'll be able to respond to anything today! I promise that. I'm gonna be at my laptop the whole day, so y'not, y'know? Don't be afraid to send me asks, replies, anything!

On that note, I'm turning Anon back on. I was kinda being selfish when I turned it off...

[lombardiisms]

Wolf Sr and Wolf Jr

The picture is of Wolf O’Donnell Sr and his son Wolf O’Donnell Jr

wulf-o-donnell

"We’re not adoptin’ a kid.”

[shiiftgear-a]

[—- + 2 —-]

◜ ☆◝ —              "Whoa, whoa, whoa!!! Hold your fire, pal! I did N O T mean to trespass, okay? To be honest I'm kinda lost right now so be a pal and give me directions to the nearest inhabited planet and I'll be outta your hair I swear."

             The lombax tensed up at the fighters that were zooming around her ship, the Foreginer, her fur bristling as she impatiently waited for a response.

[lombardiisms]

wulf-o-donnell

The night fell without a sound, the city's light's turning on as the natural light in the sky had disappeared. Falco was meanwhile left out in the cold night, finding himself in the bad area of town, he let out a deep sigh, he was all alone again.

The pheasant figured that he should find some place to stay, or at least someone willing to take him in for a night or two. Thinking too deeply on the subject, Falco began to trip over his thoughts as he tripped over himself, grabbing the nearest thing - or person - in his way for support.

"Fuck, sorry pal!"