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Just a tired Transmasc
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Join Date: Nov 2019
Status: I'm back???
Gender: Genderqueer He/Him
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Breaking the Habit [P]
♔ Aspencry ♔
He/Him | @Rose
It was strange to him how easily his paws led him back to the familiar lands of his home. Even stranger still how he had begun to refer to it as such, even though he hadn't been there in nearly four seasons, or how he had never called it that before leaving. He was nearly 30 moons now, much older than he had been when he had left. He was no longer the kit with the giant weight of his mother's hatred on his back. Nor the apprentice who had turned that weight into a stepping stone, one he had been knocked off of time after time. This wasn't the first time he'd gone missing, as much as that pained him to think about. That absence had been against his will, and when he returned, he was half dead on his feet- starved. Now as he reached the border and sat down, muscles gleamed under his shining coat. Muscles he had built from months of fighting, wandering, and hunting. He was sure the apprehension coming off him in waves could be felt all the way back at camp. That coupled his his surety that someone would be there around the border at this time, made him simply wait in silence for someone to meet him.
Aspencry was back, hopefully.
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Last edited by nykyrian; Today at 05:04 PM.
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