can you hear my voice up on the moon? ;; open - visitor

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]If Torsten had really known about the threats of the Pitt, he would have stayed home. Of course he believed that those in the Pitt were bad guys, as he'd been told, but how bad could they be if he had family here? The resemblance was there, and it was obvious. Torsten carried the same tell-tale markings of horns and wings as his brother did, just as many of his siblings did, gained from their mother. Though this was true, Torsten didn't know what Ry looked like, and only hoped that he'd be able to spot him as soon as he saw him, and know that was who he was looking for.

Tired from his walk to the desert that the Pitt called home, Torsten would pin his ears to the back of his head for a moment before reaching up and touching his necklace, a sigh leaving his small frame as he thought of the words that he would need to say to hopefully get someone over to the border. "Hello?" He would call out, ears soon pricking as he listened for someone to come over to him. "I was told I have family here... I just want to meet them." Hopefully they would let him.