Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170911173850

Tick decided that, since they literally had nothing to lose by now, they'll do what they can to at least satisfy their need for adventure here.

Tick was always one for long journeys and dangerous expeditions. They loved adventuring with Ress, and always wanted to go on interesting quests.

Even if the games were literally the last place they'd ever want to be, the goat was determined to not die unhappy.

Or, at least, die the least un-happy death they can.

Leaving their hollow behind (not before cutting out a large 'T' in the tree's bark) they stuck their make-shift bag on their back, sword hung off of a strap wrapped around their waist.

Maybe they'd see something they haven't seen before- the hunger games should have creatures and plants that are incredibly rare, right? Even if those things were deadly and poisonous, it was something worth seeing.

The goat travelled for a short while, before seeing something from the corner of their eye.

Tick froze, narrowing their eyes. In-between the trees and bushes, they could make out the outline of- what they presumed -was a dragon, along with a few more creatures; some sleeping, dead, or just standing around and talking. Tick grimaced at the thought of their town's local dragons- they were friendly, sure, but they could easily turn againced each other and harm others for the most stupid of reasons-

Although, those were just the local dragons. Maybe other dragons aren't that bad.

The goat decided to watch the others for a moment longer.