we won't be here tomorrow// intro

[REDARMY.]

★★★ It had been a while since Redarmy had smelled fresh air. Ever since his toppling halfway across the globe, he'd been in hiding and somehow managed to escape whatever fiery disaster the humans had brought amongst their own planet. Determined to make the most of his situation, however, Redarmy has learned what he could among the rubble and nuclear waste left behind, knowing that if he got too close he'd pay with his life. However, there were some observations that could be made from afar, and Red did what he could to study the new state of nature.

His current endeavor was following a mutated animal-- a deer with two heads, each of which seemed to have a mind of its own. With a crude, worn notepad and pencil, Red jotted down notes as he watched the creature begin climbing a nearby mountain. Well, better pack up and get moving. The male placed his notepad inside a small pack he carried with him and placed his equally as worn ushanka back on his head. This kept him warm against the increasingly cold weather. He also kept in his pack some rations, decontaminated water, and a few makeshift medical kits.

Red watched as the deer made its way up the side of the mountain, and chose to continue following. Perhaps it would lead to some other discovery that could be made about these creatures. It was tough work climbing over the mountain, but once Redarmy reached the ridge he looked down to see the mutant creature running off quick toward another mountain. Rats, it must have spotted him.

However, looking down into the valley revealed what appeared to be a small civilization of possibly sentient animals. It had been a while since he had really interacted with anybody else, and thus Redarmy was very surprised to see that others were still alive and well. Making his way down and into the valley, Red called out to anyone who would have been listening. "Hello? Anybody home? Apologies if I am intruding."

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[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]— "Clearly." sarcasm on Quietus was like a blanket on a bear - horribly useless, and lacked the mockery underneath, seeings how he had a hard time conveying enough feeling through his mouth, nevertheless his eyes and every other limb or part on his body. It was odd, because he'd been such a bright child, but it could easily just be because he'd been in solitude for the last three years of his life, and forgot how to talk to others properly. If he'd stayed with a sibling, it could've well ended up differently from him, and he could've stayed the same; but he was here, breathing but not really living, and he did not know if he quite preferred a life back at home. This was his home now. Even if it wasn't really going to be a home for long. "What're you here for?" names were unneeded, and he cared more about threats than courtesies. He was polite, to a point, a rough nature grating on one raised for pleasantries and intelligence. The shepherd was a big guy, but not nearly as big enough as the big cats that had been walking around, or the wolves following them, and his figure was even more imposing with the broad shoulders, lean build, and the mutations that marred his features and caused the charm he'd had before it all happened to shrivel up and die. He grieved for his appearance more than he ever had for his family. Walking up, he fixed the stranger with a bland look, his muzzle drawn tight on his long face.

[REDARMY.]

★★★ Red nearly jumped back as the large male presented himself. Those words. That speech. It had been... so long since he had heard a voice. And this was the first. In fact, the very first thing he noticed was the animal's abnormalities. Strange scales underneath, odd fangs... the whole thing reeked of mutation. It seemed as though even sentient creatures could develop such ailments. That could greatly help his studies. He'd be pretty surprised, though, if nobody had even thought about researching this stuff even in the slightest of manners. Red opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it once again. He didn't want to say the wrong thing to this big guy. "Well, it is certainly refreshing to hear that there are other still... surviving." He spoked pointedly, brow furrowing as he looked around at the rudimentary civilization. "I suppose I'd like to stay here with you all, assuming there are more of you living here. It would be nice to integrate back into society. What are things like here?" He asked, looking back up at the sentient creature that looked as though it would bite his head off at any moment.

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