04-29-2022, 03:58 AM
^^
When Archon had left the Frostchantians, he had gone north and unexpectedly found a number of people that he had not expected to find, including two zombies sporting their snowman outfits, his own mother, and his new not-friend.
Together, with the support of a fancy lady, they faced a blizzard and traveled through the mountains. To Archon, this was south, and Hawking’s pack was in the south. That’s what he’d said, right? But every time Archon would ask if they were there yet, the answer remained the same until he stopped asking in fear that his not-friend would decide that they would never be actual friends, so he started talking about other things.
“So what’s your family like, Hawking?” It never did occur to him that deer didn’t have packs normally. He smelt like a deer, acted like a wolf - minus that one time, when his antler fell off, that he reared up like a deer would have done - and talked about packs as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
“Do you have a favorite stream to jump in, or a favorite stick to ch - ” Archon stopped, glancing over to him, tilting his head. Deer didn’t chew on sticks, did they? “uhh… to.. kick?” He would smile awkwardly with the wag of the tail as if to say: I’m still learning.
^^prob before they reach Elkshire? iunno man, but i assume it's backdated.
When Archon had left the Frostchantians, he had gone north and unexpectedly found a number of people that he had not expected to find, including two zombies sporting their snowman outfits, his own mother, and his new not-friend.
Together, with the support of a fancy lady, they faced a blizzard and traveled through the mountains. To Archon, this was south, and Hawking’s pack was in the south. That’s what he’d said, right? But every time Archon would ask if they were there yet, the answer remained the same until he stopped asking in fear that his not-friend would decide that they would never be actual friends, so he started talking about other things.
“So what’s your family like, Hawking?” It never did occur to him that deer didn’t have packs normally. He smelt like a deer, acted like a wolf - minus that one time, when his antler fell off, that he reared up like a deer would have done - and talked about packs as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do.
“Do you have a favorite stream to jump in, or a favorite stick to ch - ” Archon stopped, glancing over to him, tilting his head. Deer didn’t chew on sticks, did they? “uhh… to.. kick?” He would smile awkwardly with the wag of the tail as if to say: I’m still learning.
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