SO DON'T YOU BE A STRANGER - Printable Version

They've been laying low for the most part.

Most who'd seen them from their joining, or from a quiet wander around the territory could guess perhaps it was because of their healing burns, which were mostly scarred over by now. Or maybe it was due to the fact they seemed to be alone - maybe they just needed some help getting connected in the community, still being a child. If others asked them, they would give them something along those lines. Oh, it was just hard to fit in. Oh, they just miss their dad. Oh, their burns were hurting. Those all seemed reasonable enough to come from the young lion, and they weren't all entirely lies. Though, the truth remained in their bag that remained always sealed at their side. None may see the contents of what was in it. If they had, it may become all too obvious what those burns were for, what the child had done.

Thankfully, no one's been nosy thus far. And, they're beginning to think...maybe it was safe to show their face a bit more, interact more with the society they've placed themself in. Their father would want that. Maybe they could try having friends. Ones they could physically see, touch, sense. Not the ones that'd instructed them to do as they'd done, spoke to them when they were lonely, like imaginary friends.

What would be the best way to go about this, though? They weren't really sure. For now...they'd simply settle on remaining in the camp...hoping someone would come to them. Perhaps not the greatest plan, but for the time being it was the best idea they had.

scattering sparks of thought energy deliver me and carry me away

CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]

Clony was quite new to this land. It was still getting used to the lack of machines, of editions of itself being slaughtered right before their very eyes. Poofed into sad tufts of fur, life snuffed out in a moments notice. Clony hadn't done a lot of exploring, mostly due to having a new body. A new body that allowed for a greater range of movement. Especially on the ground! It was still difficult, yes, but it had far more control over the speed it administered during movement. A creature like Clony didn't really get friends, back where it hailed from. It was a discarded piece of trash. Nothing really would talk to a piece of trash. Nasty and disgusting were all terms to be associated with Clony's kind. Did it even have a kind? It wasn't really of any importance. It had been getting a better grasp of their new movement capabilities, getting used to the new bending requirement that their wings used to fly. Curling the limbs was hard work, but it certainly was managing.

Noticing someone just sitting on their lonesome wasn't a new concept to Clony. Back where it hailed from it was common to see the natural inhabitants sitting around and resting in the brief places of calm, where machines laid dormant and weren't in the process of skinning and slaying. However, this was a new location. It lifted Clony's curiosity, and the fluffy bat began to flutter over. The landing was rough - bats weren't really meant to be toddling around like a loopy toddler. It resulted with Clony mostly flopping on their fluffy chest, its head then popping upright. "Hey," they chattered with mental reach, ears raising up to form an attentive state. "What are you up to..? Anything fun?" It then added on, to make the question seem a little less pressing.

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