Raika
Star
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2012
Name: Kharys
Age: 24
Species: Gray Wolf
Height 6’1” ///176lbs
Endowed: 13inch Length, 4inch Width, 6inch Knot
Features: Creamy Gray Fur, Yellow eyes.
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Swishing his tail as he made his way down the street, Kharys shivered lightly as the cold damp air seeped through his fur and reached out to his very core, it’d been raining for three days straight now, the skies a gloomy black day in and day out even the humans seemed to be getting sick of the wet weather as less of them made their way onto the streets each day. But more importantly the lack of humans meant a lack of income, and a lack of income meant the his stomach had long passed its limit. A sandwich simply wasn’t meant to last anyone three days.
Fortunately for him, his luck had turned around an hour ago when he was scourging through the waste of a local grocery store, an elderly woman had left her trolley full of groceries by the back of her car, while she shuffled around looking for something in the passenger seat. An opportune moment for Kharys to casually stroll by and grab one of the plastic bags, he’d selected the first bag that caught his interest, and his nose hadn’t failed him, a whole chicken, lettuce and a block of cheese. It was a meal Kharys considered a feast, one that’d last him two or three days if he rationed it out properly, though considering how hungry he was, he didn’t think he had enough self control left to bother rationing it out, and it had taken every ounce of willpower to not tear the bag of chicken open on the spot and stuff his face.
Finally arriving at his destination, he slipped into a narrow alleyway. He looked at a small cracked plastic sign that had the words “Bed&Breakfast” printed on it, knowing full well that the red bricked building offered someone to accompany their customers in the ‘bed’ aspect. A brothel of sorts. To his right some sort of publishing company that seemed to be a bit down on its luck, a gray building he never really paid any attention to, as it’s only relevance was the way it kept dumping in the alleyway.
The only source of light was that of the street lamps on the main street, and the further Kharys walked the darker it seemed to get, dodging an industrial bin, and bags and cardboard boxes filled with paper Kharys finally made it to what looked like the end of the alleyway before taking a sharp left, and disappearing from view.
Formerly a bike a shed of sorts, It had long been abandoned by its former owners and served as Kharys’s home for nearly half a decade. Placing the plastic bag on a stacked pile of carboard boxes, he reached into another box, drying himself quickly with a faded towel he’d managed to_obtain several months ago. The smell of roast chicken tickling his senses, he smiled slightly, his tail wagging happily at the thought of finally relieving himself of starvation.
Age: 24
Species: Gray Wolf
Height 6’1” ///176lbs
Endowed: 13inch Length, 4inch Width, 6inch Knot
Features: Creamy Gray Fur, Yellow eyes.
~~~~~~~~~
Swishing his tail as he made his way down the street, Kharys shivered lightly as the cold damp air seeped through his fur and reached out to his very core, it’d been raining for three days straight now, the skies a gloomy black day in and day out even the humans seemed to be getting sick of the wet weather as less of them made their way onto the streets each day. But more importantly the lack of humans meant a lack of income, and a lack of income meant the his stomach had long passed its limit. A sandwich simply wasn’t meant to last anyone three days.
Fortunately for him, his luck had turned around an hour ago when he was scourging through the waste of a local grocery store, an elderly woman had left her trolley full of groceries by the back of her car, while she shuffled around looking for something in the passenger seat. An opportune moment for Kharys to casually stroll by and grab one of the plastic bags, he’d selected the first bag that caught his interest, and his nose hadn’t failed him, a whole chicken, lettuce and a block of cheese. It was a meal Kharys considered a feast, one that’d last him two or three days if he rationed it out properly, though considering how hungry he was, he didn’t think he had enough self control left to bother rationing it out, and it had taken every ounce of willpower to not tear the bag of chicken open on the spot and stuff his face.
Finally arriving at his destination, he slipped into a narrow alleyway. He looked at a small cracked plastic sign that had the words “Bed&Breakfast” printed on it, knowing full well that the red bricked building offered someone to accompany their customers in the ‘bed’ aspect. A brothel of sorts. To his right some sort of publishing company that seemed to be a bit down on its luck, a gray building he never really paid any attention to, as it’s only relevance was the way it kept dumping in the alleyway.
The only source of light was that of the street lamps on the main street, and the further Kharys walked the darker it seemed to get, dodging an industrial bin, and bags and cardboard boxes filled with paper Kharys finally made it to what looked like the end of the alleyway before taking a sharp left, and disappearing from view.
Formerly a bike a shed of sorts, It had long been abandoned by its former owners and served as Kharys’s home for nearly half a decade. Placing the plastic bag on a stacked pile of carboard boxes, he reached into another box, drying himself quickly with a faded towel he’d managed to_obtain several months ago. The smell of roast chicken tickling his senses, he smiled slightly, his tail wagging happily at the thought of finally relieving himself of starvation.