slow & steady / open intro

[ghostpact]

Getting here was interesting, to say the least. He lost count of the roots he had to climb over or under or around. It wasn't terrible being a snake, but at times, he had lost his way and it took twice as long to even get into camp the first time. It was darker here. Much, much darker, but he quite enjoyed that. It reminded him of where he used to live, back before the Typhoon when he was still a baby under his parents' care in the snowy forest. The spark of memory in his mind was a welcome one, despite the thoughts that came quickly after it.

The group itself was something even more interesting than the territory they resided in, but Jörmungandr couldn't and wouldn't complain. He was used to the magical and mystical, he felt a little more in place with it all, even if it were slightly different from what he knew before. Plus, he wouldn't reject the company that a group like this offered. He was bound to be around for a really long time, might as well fight his 'destiny' and make some... friends, while he was at it.

Lucky for him, he thought, that he needed no room to stay in. The stairs looked awful hard for him to climb and he was much more comfortable wrapping around a nice tree branch than snuggling into a makeshift bed. Besides, he had no belongings, aside from the bangle he received for being a member. Unfortunately there wasn't a way for him to wear it, not comfortably at least, so that stayed at the bottom of the tree he most spent his time wrapped up in.

Which, he was just now dropping out of. It hardly hurt him to fall from the distance. Though, it might've been unsettling to see a five foot anaconda fall from the trees.

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