KEEP DYING DOWN THE HALL {OPEN, JOINING}

[spacexual]

GAME OVER.

Royalguard was still getting used to the land, discovering the similarities and differences, wondering if he should try to grow another garden, and wondering when he should start searching again. Lance is out there. He sniffed at the ground as he appreciated the cold territory, cherishing the cozy feeling he got every time he sensed it. Colder areas would always be his home.

He still had yet to meet many members here, besides, Jacob, so he was eager to see who else he lived with. He needed to make friends as soon as he could. He left all of his old ones behind and a feeling of both guilt and regret entered him every time he thought about it. The fastest way to make that go away would be to meet new ones. As much as he isolated himself, he really did not like being alone. He was extroverted. He loved people. He missed them deeply every time he cut himself from society, and wished he didn't do it so often. He knew how awful they could be, but also how incredible.

While he was walking through the territory, sniffing at the ground, he noticed the scent of candy, and then an albino serval above. Ooh, who was this? The tiger tilted his head as he looked up towards the younger serval, his eyes shining curiously and warmly. "Greetings! I'm Royalguard, or Roy, Milia. Who are you?" he called to the stranger, his British-accented voice kind. "Oh - where are my manners? I hope I'm not bothering you!" he quickly caught himself. This act wasn't made out of being self-conscious or feeling like a nuisance - he just knew that sometimes others simply didn't feel like striking up a conversation.

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