The whole world was filtered through a red-stained lens. His lungs ached, and his muscles seemed to be giving out. Weak. He felt weak. His legs began to fail him, as did his vision as he collapsed in a pant. How long had it been now? Perhaps a few days, but sure enough there would be others following him. It had been rather foolish of him to even think about entering that so-called sanctuary. He was an impure, and as such could never see the light of day. He would remain with the others of his kind, he was told. But he had wanted more then that. And now the world seemed to fade in and out as he leaned against a tree, and tried to fill his burning, starved lungs with the smoky, choking air. He finally had a moment to tend to the small wounds he had accumulated in the past hours. A sprain here. A flesh wound there. All of which seemed much larger then first thought. Perhaps he had broken something. But he was forced to take his attention off of the small injuries and stand as the sounds of howls, thirsty for blood, rang out, tearing through the otherwise deathly silent woodlands. He cursed himself before taking off again, unsure of where he was going or where he had already been.
FLAG IT MANY TIMES, IT'S GONNA LAG *EEEEE I wONNN*** Bear with me here I'm not a writer, but I wanted this oc and just had to enter so here we go Rouillé / Male / 7 years old / Cautious, but playful around his own kind / Often a dreamer, fantasizes about life beyond the tunnels / So this pupper lives in a seperated world where the pure bred wolves are highly dominant, and get to remain on the surface world. They forced all the impures, and mutts down below and the others were forced to tunnel and create their own life down there in order to stay alive. All art by me. Song is Outsiders by au/ra Backgrounds from google or by me.
