Toby Allaway (
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02ND BARK | ACTION & TEXT
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What is there to do around here?
Action : Everglade @ Night
[The dirt curls beneath his paws as the rich smells of the earth fill his nose. This is what it means to be alive. Four paws thunder against the earth as the large wolf goes running through the thick mass of trees. The moon hangs like a silver sliver in the night sky, the scene of colored darkness falling like a vail overhead as if painted perfectly into place. Toby knew he was safe from other wolves without the full moon casting its light over the city that sat in peaceful darkness. There were other things that lurked in the night, but nothing that Toby feared. He’s stared down terror in the past and knew its name. This world was simply a fake replica of his nightmares.
His path brought him to the edge of the forest. He knew of the barrier that kept them here and had no interest in testing its validity.
Toby takes the chance to walk through town, seeing it with the keen eyes of a wolf. There were smells he hadn’t picked up before and he knew that it wouldn’t be so strange for a 230 lb wolf to go trotting through town while the curfew was in effect; most likely no would see him.]
Action: Every City @ Any Bar
[It doesn’t matter what time of day it is or what city that he finds himself in; Toby gravitates towards bars like a moth to fire. It is a shame that he can’t get drunk but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He usually finds a seat where he can keep an eye on the door and then orders a beer. He doesn’t say much, but instead listens in on the conversations happening around him.
The part of Toby that stands out is his height. Even while sitting, he casts a powerful shadow. His expression is tranquil while his gaze reflects a comfortable well-worn sadness.]
What is there to do around here?
Action : Everglade @ Night
[The dirt curls beneath his paws as the rich smells of the earth fill his nose. This is what it means to be alive. Four paws thunder against the earth as the large wolf goes running through the thick mass of trees. The moon hangs like a silver sliver in the night sky, the scene of colored darkness falling like a vail overhead as if painted perfectly into place. Toby knew he was safe from other wolves without the full moon casting its light over the city that sat in peaceful darkness. There were other things that lurked in the night, but nothing that Toby feared. He’s stared down terror in the past and knew its name. This world was simply a fake replica of his nightmares.
His path brought him to the edge of the forest. He knew of the barrier that kept them here and had no interest in testing its validity.
Toby takes the chance to walk through town, seeing it with the keen eyes of a wolf. There were smells he hadn’t picked up before and he knew that it wouldn’t be so strange for a 230 lb wolf to go trotting through town while the curfew was in effect; most likely no would see him.]
Action: Every City @ Any Bar
[It doesn’t matter what time of day it is or what city that he finds himself in; Toby gravitates towards bars like a moth to fire. It is a shame that he can’t get drunk but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He usually finds a seat where he can keep an eye on the door and then orders a beer. He doesn’t say much, but instead listens in on the conversations happening around him.
The part of Toby that stands out is his height. Even while sitting, he casts a powerful shadow. His expression is tranquil while his gaze reflects a comfortable well-worn sadness.]