- Oak Fowlis -
He didn‘t need to be told twice.
Despite his fear of seeing the giant hellhound crashing through the tunnel’s wall—-that dog is the biggest he has ever seen!—-, Oak grabbed onto Micah’s wrist instinctually. Following orders like when his coach directed him and his teammates...
- Oak Fowlis -
Relieved that everyone agreed to this plan, Oak took another deep breath and silently sighed out. Listening to what everyone else is saying, his gaze went to Nisha. He gave her a supportive grin while Ollie held her shoulder. ‘That’s perfect’, he thought, his anxiety somewhat...
- Oak Fowlis -
Peeking over his left shoulder, Oak listened to Laura’s scathing words and owlishly blinked. Slowly, but surely, he noticed that many of the more well versed part of the group dislikes their godly parents. A lot. It made him think about his past. Of his mother and grandmother...
- Oak Fowlis -
As he semi-listened to Laura mentioning about making weapons, Oak pulled the taller man back up on his feet. Then he took a step back, not wanting him to shoot his face off. Extreme thought? Yes, but he rather not piss off the guy with the gun. Not that they were any better with...
- Oak Fowlis -
“I-“ Oak hesitated at first when Oliver asked. Should he tell the others about his sight? He decided against it, quietly standing up and giving the Cowboy a small grin. “I’m okay. It happen sometimes when I don’t take my meds.” Not that he took them today either. On purpose...
- Oak Fowlis -
Earlier, Oak was happy that the oddly attractive guy with green hair introduced himself. It made him feel less nervous. “It’s nice to meet you, Micah.” He greeted with warm grin.
As Micah vouched for his idea to split up, Oak jumped before turning around to where the sound came...
- Oak Fowlis -
Oak didn’t know that he would have a rollercoaster in the emotional ride within a few minutes.
As the newcomer came and asked about a young girl, the runner couldn’t help but stare back. It’s really weird…there’s this pull—-a light tugging in the back of his mind that he should...
- Oak Fowlis -
Within the quiet woods, the crunching of fallen branches and dry leaves can be heard as a young man walked on the dry ground. Following the map on his phone to make sure he is going to the right path as somewhat dazed golden eyes scanned the area. Standing still for a moment to...