[ The days tend to be trying in Old Town--some days mean not enough food, some days mean fights and violence, and some days are just bleak, filled with suffocating loneliness from living in a world where people are bred to prioritize themselves above all else. Scott's gotten pretty good at handling these days, even though the rains and prisoner executions had grated his nerves. He doesn't snap when he sees the dogs out for blood, bodily grabbing citizens and demanding ID. He just clenches his jay, and anticipates the moment that he's pulled over--
There it is. ]
Just...
[ But his eyebrows shoot up at the sight of Fenris, an alien of he'd ever seen one. His nostrils flare on his instinct, trying to sniff out the other man and get a read on what exactly he's dealing with. ]
westerley, ii.
There it is. ]
Just...
[ But his eyebrows shoot up at the sight of Fenris, an alien of he'd ever seen one. His nostrils flare on his instinct, trying to sniff out the other man and get a read on what exactly he's dealing with. ]