STRANGE TASTES - open; return with + one

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☼ I WAS BORN OF THE WOMB OF A POISONOUS MAN. BEATEN AND BROKEN AND CHASED FROM THE LAND BUT I RISE UP ABOVE IT, HIGH UP ABOVE IT AND SEE —

A mansion? Well, that certainly beat a hot desert any day yet the smell of carrion didn't seem all that appealing to him though he had no room to complain or at least, he never did to begin with. He would adapt eventually, he figured that it would be easier especially with Blueridge at his side once more as he sat down feeling her leaning against his leg would he wrap his tail around her. His curved ears would twitch briefly, the tiger skin wearing jaguar would glance around the foyer with his eyes noting all the details of the mansion. He had never stepped into one of these before so it felt quite off to him, he didn't think all too much about it as long as he had some form of foliage to hide within. He supposed that this would be an interesting change to living outdoors, his whiskers twitched briefly glancing over to the manticore that had accompanied Blueridge. Peytrviing, was it? Certainly an interesting name but the name of someone else made the jaguar become a bit attentative despite his eyes not revealing any form of emotion. Prestige. He assumed that was the leader of the Rosebloods. Certainly an interesting clan so far, he supposed. Though he didn't utter a single word waiting for the presence of these other clanmates, his new clanmates.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #17181e; font-size: 12px;"]— KUNTA BEKOE GHANA ☼

#psychosocial.