Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2023 0:44:02 GMT
 please show me something is familiar about these strangers like me Even the past few sunny days had not been much to bring up the beagle's dour mood. Even having spent half of the year within the Rith'r Flik clan amongst other canna of his stature, Garuru'mufara still held onto a strong sense of imposter syndrome. He didn't belong here, living out in the open with others of his kind. No, he belonged locked tightly within a cell with hands reaching in to poke and prod him relentlessly throughout the day. His only solace being in the evening when he was given a bowl of dry food and all of the grimm left. It was the life he had led with his siblings. It was the only life he truly knew. Yet, Rotzo had given him a way out - shaking the earth to free him from the prison bars of the grimm. Furthermore, Li'Aba'chek had given him a home and a purpose. In return for shelter and protection he would hunt and add to the clan's lout pile. It wasn't a bad living. Most would say it was miles above being pricked with a needle only to be made sick day in and day out. And yet something didn't sit right within the beagle. Did he truly deserve this freedom? This chance for happiness? Or was it all too late for him? Either way, he would put on a brave face and try for the sake of those who had taken him in. With a forced smile, Garuru carried himself proudly. His head and tail were held high and he walked with tall steps. From his mouth hung a ragged looking creature that smelled just as foul as it appeared. In the beagle's opinion, the smell was quite pleasant. It was his prize - his treasure, even. One could have easily mistaken the object for a waterlogged rat. "Rrrrndnnn!" he called out as he marched forward, his mouth full of fluff. "Rrrnndnn'skkddh-" His call was cut short as he tripped over himself. A brief loss of his footing caused the ele'canna to topple head over heels before coming to a stop and attempting to find his senses. With a shake of his head his floppy ears wobbled back and forth, nearly slapping him in his face. Looking down at the ground he spotted the culprit for his embarrassing display. A small hole had been dug right in his pathway towards the base. Glancing over to the spot he had flung the rancid toy as he had ungracefully fallen, he ensured it was not too far out of his reach. Sharp eyes checked the perimeter. He couldn't trust that one of the found clan pups wouldn't dart out from under his nose and snatch it up. However, the area seemed secure. Poking his head down into the hole he called out in his boisterous voice, "Randan'skuda, I found something for you!" His tail wagged behind him at the thought of surprising his friend - if he could believe he had any of those. While he, himself, was undeserving of freedom and affection, all of the canna who showed him a kindness deserved the world and more from him. At least, in his own mind they did. i act | "i speak" | 'i think' |