05-01-2022, 07:34 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]And I tried to hold these secrets inside me
The world around here was so strange. Comapred to that of his forested home from far away- the island was something never before seen. Filled with all sorts of creatures from the largest leopard to the smallest of domestic cats; it was just so diverse. It was amazing and truly worthy of the awe. Poet had ventured far from his home to find this island, having heard many stories of the groups here. Some rather accepting while others' where brutal and hopeless. Thus far he has stumbled upon that of the Leigon of The Stars- a rather small group but they were very kind to him as a traveller. Poet had left that group behind their waterfall to venture further into the island. Finding that of what whispers have called the Tanglewood? Poet wasn't entirely sure if that was correct or not, but it definitely wasn't the Pitts.
He has heard a lot about the Pitts from those in the Leigon of The Stars. That it was a lawless place that was rather brutual to those inside of it. Maybe not inherently evil per se, but definitely not a place that Poet was looking for in terms of a home. The ground underpaw was rather warm, long grass brushed his belly fur and the trees above seemed intertwined with themselves. Poets' amber eyes looked up at the canopy above before back to the path before him. Wondering if there was any group that lived within Tanglewood. Where would they be located? Where they as accepting as the Legion was? Could he find a permanent home here? Poet wasn't sure, but he also knew little to nothing of this world. No one was here to show him the way and he could very well get lost in this forest because of it.
He has heard a lot about the Pitts from those in the Leigon of The Stars. That it was a lawless place that was rather brutual to those inside of it. Maybe not inherently evil per se, but definitely not a place that Poet was looking for in terms of a home. The ground underpaw was rather warm, long grass brushed his belly fur and the trees above seemed intertwined with themselves. Poets' amber eyes looked up at the canopy above before back to the path before him. Wondering if there was any group that lived within Tanglewood. Where would they be located? Where they as accepting as the Legion was? Could he find a permanent home here? Poet wasn't sure, but he also knew little to nothing of this world. No one was here to show him the way and he could very well get lost in this forest because of it.
Poet Sawyer