A BED BIG ENOUGH TO SLEEP IN AS I ROLL AROUND AT NIGHT

Keter had left their cosy little home with no direction or purpose in mind, they were simply interested in what everyone else was up to. If they could help out. They made their way towards the center of town, before hearing an old woman's voice call out. A story? Keter made their way over to the old tiger, noticing that Leroy and a cheetah they didn't recognize had arrived before them, and were getting ready to hear what she had to say.

"I'll listen as well."

The wolfdog sits somewhere near the middle of the two, green eyes wide and focused on the bengal. At least, until Octane removes one of his... legs? Those were legs? And starts playing with it. Perhaps it was rude of them to stare, but he was quite far the strangest Tangler they'd met so far. They cock their head, checking out the metal legs.

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By no means Ivan was in the greatest state of mind after the tremors. The days passed lethargically and whenever Ivan wasn't sleeping, he was fuming or pacing. On this day, he would be one of the youngins who would listen to her story. Maybe it wasn't a little known fact, but Ivan was a great fan of stories — good ones that is. Being named after a book character was not an accident in his mind.

"I want to listen." Ivan murmured softly, plopping down next to Leroy and tucking his paws underneath him. One large ear twitched in Octane's direction, but in disinterest. If he had more spirit in him, he might have actually said something about it, but conditions weren't the same and he was still struggling to adapt.

Stories. Aurum had been a big fan of them ever since he had been but a cub, constantly entertaining himself by imagining himself in the position of the big, brave hero. It had been a stark contrast to his actual everyday life, where he had been forced to endure the cruel words of his mother while quite desperately trying to keep his brother safe. He was glad that those days were over now, but he had still never lost the love for storytelling that had come along with them. So, despite the frequent exhaustion that now followed him around like an unwelcome storm cloud, the lion found himself padding over to listen to Eulogy's tale. It was hard for him to enjoy the stories like he used to, considering it was hard to think of takes of heroes and magic when the real world was so drab and awful at the moment, but he didn't want to make Eulogy feel bad, and perhaps hearing something unique would cheer him up, even the faintest bit. He wasn't sure whether or not the female had heard about everything that had happened in her absence – or at least in the period of time where he hadn't seen her – but either way, he was grateful for the distraction.

The angel sat and listened attentively as Eulogy told her story, occasionally nodding his head and smiling faintly when she got to the part about Raven stealing off into the sky with everything he had needed to take. When she eventually got the end of the rather creative tale, Aurum found himself chuckling, the little smile having evolved into a full blown grin. He rumbled, his tail flicking casually behind him, "That was a lovely story, Eulogy. Although I'm not too sure about that moral at the end. Generally stealing is bad, yes, but sometimes it can be useful..." His mind traveled back to Kaito for a moment, his eyes darkening as he thought of how he hadn't seen the thief who was like a son to him in ages. Hastily shaking his head to ward those thoughts off, he then continued, "Besides, I've got fire elementals. Sometimes the fire holding happens unintentionally." He chuckled a bit at that last part, having clearly intended it as a joke.

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A BED BIG ENOUGH TO SLEEP IN AS I ROLL AROUND AT NIGHT

Keter had smiled at the young cat, who had dropped by to listen in as well. They supposed that Eulogy has expected more... well, children, to listen to her story, rather than a bunch of bored adults. The scene did look a bit silly.

As Eulogy began to speak, the wolfdog turned their attention to her, listening closely. By all rights, it was a nice story, of aspects of the world being stolen by another animal. Keter found that stories like this were among their favourites. But... like the others, they did find the moral at the end confusing. They listened quietly to the others around them, their understanding of it, their views on morality.

Ivan's young voice stood out to them. Worldly and deeply considered.

"Stealing in itself isn't inherently wrong," They venture, adding their two cents to Ivan's musing. "It depends on what, and who." Why.

Keter felt silly. Anxious and silly. They hoped everyone didn't think they were just admitting they commit minor crimes. Their body language is withdrawn, small. Tucking into themself the best they can. Atleast when they were at the crater they had a traumatic event to focus on while they spoke. Right now, they only had the quiet bustle of town, and everyone in the vicinity's ears on them.

"Heroism won't ever really go away, because there will always be someone who wants to be praised. Good and evil is hard to abolish, because people are used to thinking that there is an "us" and "them". I think.... if we try to avoid prescribing firm morality to actions, and look at intentions, and the overall effect... it would lead to better outcomes."

They look over at Eulogy, smiling softly. Sheepish.

"It was a lovely story, thank you."
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