PLASTIC / introduction

[purgatory]

[align=center][div style="width:55%;font-family:arial;font-size:11.5px;text-align:justify;line-height:120%;text-transform:lowercase;word-spacing:-0.5px;color:#5c5c5c"]Cronas was in no hurry to make their presence known once more within the clan they call home. Was it alright to call it home now? They've been here a while now but they don't hold any solid ties to the place. The Typhoon was all they've ever known despite not being born here. Their origin story was a mystery to them as well but it wasn't as though it was something they thought about a lot. So what if they didn't know where they came from? Were they suppose to need parents to look after them or were they optional? A trivial question considering they've been getting by just fine without any older influences. They had connections to the Roux family but by a means of adoption and even then they were unclear as to where they stood. Again, it mattered little. They didn't have a preference when it came to living by themselves or with another; others - plural - in this case. On few occasions did it cross their mind that they needed something called a 'family' or 'friends' to be whole. All they saw was if someone was useful. If an individual possessed enough knowledge and if they're willing to share their knowledge with them. Not without a deal, of course. A favour, a barter system has been established by the child. Knowledge is power and not many are willing to share what they know if it means no longer having an advantage. A simple problem with a just as simple answer. Cronas didn't mind completing tasks or small deeds for another if it meant being taught something they don't know. Doing simple - or challenging - jobs would be worth it in the long-run. Of course, the individual can offer their knowledge for free but who would ever do something because they want to? Surely there's some sort of motive behind it.

Their lithe, almost delicate form could be seen walking - never running - to their most frequented site in the territory: the beach. The vast blue waters... The way the sky met the ocean... The light that glistened on the surface... Everything about the ocean was pleasant. It wasn't their favourite location as Cronas favoured nothing in this world, aside from learning new things. But it did spark a positive feeling inside of them they couldn't explain. It was the same with most blue things. Maybe they do have favourite things after all? As small paws touched the sand, large grey ears twitched when they heard the sound of voices not too far off. Head tilting in mild curiosity, the feline made their way over to the three creatures. Pale blue eyes looked from one face to another, void of any and all emotion as per usual. Remembering their manners, they dipped their head politely in a silent greeting before continuing to silently observe the situation.
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