ARC DROPPED. LET'S GOO

(IM BACK-)
*causally playing with his katana*

Davis: well go on, make sure to be careful out there..

F: kay-

Davis: Suit yourself..

Davis: woah there... be careful with that tho, you may slash someone with that..

F: I am being careful, is there anyone in this park beside us?

Davis: Maybe, there could be some furry or animal-human OC roaming around here...
*unloads Colt M16A3 to Inspect the ammunition..*

*sheaths his katana*
F: I don't see anyone here sir.

Davis: oh... just reminding you tho...

F: alright, thank you though.

Davis: no probs..

*nods*

Davis: so, what are you here for..

F: my skills with my katana. since my room doesn't have that much space...

(Sorry no pic. Military man! He's only a joke in the sense of comic relief, he is a serious OC with a funny personality)

*Tyler flopped down from the tree, hanging by his legs, surprising him.*

"Whatcha doin'?"

Davis: Sill chilling under here.. thinking for some plans for the future tho..
*he said a bit calmly sitting under the tree with his Colt M16A3 on his Side*

"Well, I'm off. See ya."

Davis: alright, see you around..

*He nodded, waved, and left.*

"Cool."

*He flopped down further, now on his back.*

Davis: so, what are you here for..

"Well, the Corps issued me a rifle, not wings. Fell out of a plane during a skydiving exercise."

(Halo reference!)

Davis: well interesting quote you got here.. for me, I was done finishing the 1st volume of TwoKinds, so I decided to have a mood to be here and enjoy the same atmosphere in this park.. not to mention I'd also came here just to relax after all the stressful thoughts and thinking I had last month..

"I have a combat simulation soon. I have to get rolling."

*He stood up and climbed into the tree, retrieving his pack, combat harness, rifle, and handgun.*

Davis: well, aren't you kinda, great in climbing trees..
(question: is your OC a furry or human? just asking)

(Lycanthrope, actually. So I guess you could say furry. It's not as severe as most cases generally talked about. He's more in control of his transformation, using what he needs when he needs it as he needs it)

"Thanks."

*He dropped from the tree and checked his weapons.*

Davis: No problem.. also great to hear tho...

(Ignore size mistakes tho..)

-All OC's Especially Furry OCs and Foxboy/Foxgirl OCs are All Allowed.
-No Dirty Jokes or Segments
-Joke OCs are Not Allowed.
-Anti-Furry/Anti-Fandom OCs Are Not Allowed Either Unless It's Friendly or Neutral.
-Characters From Movies Like the Bad Guys or Arctic Dogs Are Also Allowed, Even Non-Fetish PupoFurs Like Zeekay or StrawberryDream, Is Also Allowed.
-Make This RP Comment Section Clean and Respectful, Because I Don't Want to End Up Like Those Cringy Gacha-Heat RPs...
-No Trolls, no Joke, No Shit Either.
-No Disrespectful Comments.

(Prompt: almost a week after the cease-fire and the demilitarized zones of the battlefields, davis decided to head out with his rifle(in case of any harm). as he settle under a tree as he starts to have some relief or hope to look forward in the future. in another era of peaceful accountability and a prosperous future, and as long as God was in his side, everything will still be fine despite the resuming of the conflict in a Cold-War type.)

(I hope it’s okay for him to be a ghost-)

*the young boy wandered through the grass, then spotting Davis. He slowly walked over and sat in the grass across from the man. Being the innocent child he is*

Ron: Hello, mister. Can I sit with you?

Davis: sure thing...

*he smiled innocently before looking at him, concerned*
Ron: Say… are you alright? You seem troubled.

Davis: I'm still doing fine... it's just, some of the darn memories from the war... even if I try to move on for a better future, it's legacy and some of the trauma I get from that would come back to haunt me some time later...

Ron: *frown* hm… I can see how that would be difficult. But I understand your pain buddy *smile* though I’ve never been in the war…

Davis: Right then... for me I wasn't alright because, I literally lost everyone I loved. the innocents, my Home, and most importantly, my childhood furry-friend... and some other I know and loved, all perished in the massacre...

*he gently patted your arm*
Ron: oh... Im sorry...

*cuddles from behind*

Davis: well, welcome back lil' fella..

*cuddles*

Davis: *hugs back*

*licks*

Davis: Who's a good boy?
*starts to pet*

*happi*

Davis: *pets you back*

*rolls on back*

Davis: *Picks you up to be in my arms*

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