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boxofmystery2016-12-03 02:26 am
wreckofaguy) wrote in boxofmystery2016-12-03 02:26 am
Bearly Concentrating
[As Ralph stumbles through the forest, he tries to remember what's happened the past few days. His memories are hazy and murky, his hands and arms are covered in scratches.
He's been holed up in a thick part of the forest, sleeping for the most part, and only stopping his rest to find something nearby to snack on. But, now, he's trying to remember why he was doing that in the first place.
Ralph rubs his forehead, he figures that he had transformed sometime before he took to being a recluse, he's thankful that he's large enough that his clothes fit both his human and bear forms without too much fuss.
He thinks he's heading towards home, but his sense of direction isn't always the best, especially after he hasn't been eating nearly enough. He'll have to find something to munch on while he heads home, and then get a real dinner for once.]
He's been holed up in a thick part of the forest, sleeping for the most part, and only stopping his rest to find something nearby to snack on. But, now, he's trying to remember why he was doing that in the first place.
Ralph rubs his forehead, he figures that he had transformed sometime before he took to being a recluse, he's thankful that he's large enough that his clothes fit both his human and bear forms without too much fuss.
He thinks he's heading towards home, but his sense of direction isn't always the best, especially after he hasn't been eating nearly enough. He'll have to find something to munch on while he heads home, and then get a real dinner for once.]
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I'm not sure which is quicker, I usually avoid yer territory. So, I dunno how long it takes to cut across it.
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[He is terribly disinterested in your actions, Ralph.]
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I think I'd rather continue goin' my way. I don't wanna press my luck with yer group after I tore the place up.
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[He shifts the bag around, pulling out a small handful of jerky and munching it.]
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Okay, we'll keep on goin' this way.
[He starts to lead the way again, though, when Virgil pulls out the jerky, he starts sniffing the air as he walked.]