The stabbing pain of hunger is not something unfamiliar to him. With age comes resilience, starving is nothing new and still it is just as raw as the first time it happened to him as a child. He’s lost weight since his decision to stay on the Isle – why? He’ll often ask himself this. His own voice booms back at him, echoing in his head, ‘Why the fuck not? Will it kill you? No.’
So a personal quest, then? A test of one’s own grit? Who knows, but either way, there are times when he questions himself and his decisions…and just about the time he’s starting to hallucinate from lack of food is when his doubt is reaching its peak.
The dinner bell chimes and they’re on the move. Not quite together, but close enough, their bodies move through the barren landscape and onto the fertile soils of the mainland. Their radar is set for somewhere prosperous with food, and this, he reminds himself with a greedy grin, is why he stayed.
Energy courses under his hot flesh, there is an extra kick in his trot as he follows the scent of Leilan through the hills and valleys. The smell of vegetation is not far and it makes him drool like a hound smelling steak. Slowly they creep across the border of the Pampas, nothing exciting unfolds immediately and this is to Chemdog’s instant delight.
He did not notice they were waiting for some formal invitation to start plucking the fruits from the vines, but he certainly was not concerned with formalities. Carefully, appreciatively, he chooses the large fan leaves of a delicious emerald plant at his shoulder. Its juices run down his chin as he chews loudly, his eyes rolling back dramatically as his head comes back up to look around.
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
he's rude.
but he can heal anyone who gets assaulted in this little raid ahaha
