[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

"..." the tall figure seemed to blend in with the scenery due to the coloration of his tattered clothing, but could easily be spotted from his movements. He walked forward solemnly as he had done so for the past few days, and was severely exhausted to the point his legs felt like folding beneath him. As he raised his bandage-covered hands to grab the hood of his jacket to pull it into a better position, he stopped. There was a house that stood some distance to his right side and he felt oddly drawn to it. He moved closer...ever closer...and finally propped himself against the wall and started clawing at the exterior much like a cat does on a scratching post to sharpen its claws.