07-31-2018, 06:45 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]He had explicitly stated that he would make a visit to the group entitled Tanglewood as part of his spreading awareness of the Styx River Order, and he was certain to make good on his words. Toxicwaste was intrigued by the concept of visiting a strange territory, anyway—but he was aware of the fact that Tanglewood was not necessarily the most welcoming group out there. But he wasn't here to strike up immediate friendships. He was here to tell others about the Order and to perhaps initiate a bit of trade to get the ball rolling.
Indeed, he was quite fascinated, his mind running with ideas about the domain of the group...until he stepped into a little puddle of mud that lay...everywhere. Hmm, not the most clean habitat, but he wasn't going to complain. People lived the way they desired to live. The twisting tangles of the marsh was not the place Toxicwaste would reside in, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit interested. A home was a home, but he was waiting for its residents to take note of his presence. Perhaps the scent of the few mini muffins he held in his jaws would tempt a local to arrive.
Indeed, he was quite fascinated, his mind running with ideas about the domain of the group...until he stepped into a little puddle of mud that lay...everywhere. Hmm, not the most clean habitat, but he wasn't going to complain. People lived the way they desired to live. The twisting tangles of the marsh was not the place Toxicwaste would reside in, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit interested. A home was a home, but he was waiting for its residents to take note of his presence. Perhaps the scent of the few mini muffins he held in his jaws would tempt a local to arrive.
[glow=#607c8b,2,300]NEVER DID UNDERSTAND YOU[/glow] — ☉
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