- names: vinn. - species: mixed. - pronouns: it/they. - possibly aromantic? if not pansex- - traits: exuberant, kittenish, staunch, austere, awkward. - hides away in the outskirts of large towns with azzy. ( a runaway from furvixille, - town of non-mixed species, who look down on / murderder mixed species. story- vinn walked slowly along the cobbled ground, tail trailing in exuashstion. he glanced up at azzy, who was walking slowly ahead of him. ' when are we going to stop for the night ? we have been walking all day, azzy ' she turned quickly, making vinn bump into her clumsily. ' when we are far away enough from furvillians! don't you want to be safe tonight? ' vinn sighed. ' furvillians! ' his numerous eyes rolled. ' thats all i hear these days. they're just some scared animals who know nothing about us! why worry? ' azzy glanced away, her paws shifting uncomfortably. vin gulped. ' azzy, im sorry, i didn't mean- ' she shook her head. ' don't worry, lets just keep going. ' (just so that part makes sense, azzy's brother was murderdered by some furville guards.) azzy turned into an tight passage way with garbage cans and a metal fence, blocking of the end. 'we can rest here, i suppose.' vinn wrinkled his nose as the smell of rotting food met his nostrils. 'i know what your thinking,' azzy muttered as she picked up sheets of newspaper from the trash with her teeth and placed them on the ground, like a makeshift bed. ' but this is the best we are going to get. but i promise you- ' she turned to face him. 'someday, i'll find us a proper place to stay, and we wont be outcasts. ' she swiped her tongue inbetween vinns droopy ears. vinn smiled, sitting down next to azzy on the news paper. after a while, silence fell as azzy drifted to sleep. vinn rolled onto his back and flicked his tail happily. he had always had an interest in the night sky. stars gleamed over him and the moon shone like a ghostly orb, casting eerie yet majestic beams of moonlight over the street. vinn tucked up next to azzy and closed his eyes. he somewhat trusted azzy and knew, that somehow, they'd be ok.
leaves in autumn are so crunchy idk
