11-05-2018, 10:46 PM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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It was an ugly, ungodly noise that his paws made when they sloshed through the marsh. The mud had turned his back hindlegs a sludgy brown up to the bend. His mechanical forepaws no longer held their metallic shine after being dirtied. Somehow, he’d ended up slinging some of the muck onto his left cheek and he swore up and down he could taste the earth in his mouth.
What kept him going was the spirit of duty, curiosity, and the fact that he was plainly okay with and enjoyed being freaking filthy. Oh, and he didn’t want to look like a loser in front of his comrades. He’d brought along two other ambassadors to the Tanglewood with him. Eddie, a raccoon who he didn’t know well (yet) but he seemed chill, well…kinda. As for Perry, he seriously wondered how the skittish coyote was doing in all the mud and mystic and marsh. The little serval shot a glance over his shoulder to mutter a quick, "Darned…you’d think we’d almost be there, but I bet it’s not far now!” He tried to be positive, he really did.
He’d lived for years and years and so on as a spirit, reincarnated twice into two healthy lives that were both cut short. Now he was in a living body again, breathing new life but he was ignorant in what this world held. He’d not met many of the groups that inhabited the lands. So he was naturally interested.
More mud and more mud, but he hadn’t felt nor smelt that they’d quite reached the border. Maybe he’d lead them all past it by accident.
He figured he was close enough so he called out with words and with telepathy,”Tanglewood? You’ve got visitors from the Rosebloods. Hurry and come out, I wanna see what y’all are like. My name’s Frightfur, a physician and just one of the ambassadors from my place to…yours.”
Gifts. It occurred to him that he forgot gifts. He really, really hoped Perry or Eddie remembered because it would sure look lame to be thought of as stingy or something.
[member=2728]eddie,[/member] [member=2757]perry[/member]
What kept him going was the spirit of duty, curiosity, and the fact that he was plainly okay with and enjoyed being freaking filthy. Oh, and he didn’t want to look like a loser in front of his comrades. He’d brought along two other ambassadors to the Tanglewood with him. Eddie, a raccoon who he didn’t know well (yet) but he seemed chill, well…kinda. As for Perry, he seriously wondered how the skittish coyote was doing in all the mud and mystic and marsh. The little serval shot a glance over his shoulder to mutter a quick, "Darned…you’d think we’d almost be there, but I bet it’s not far now!” He tried to be positive, he really did.
He’d lived for years and years and so on as a spirit, reincarnated twice into two healthy lives that were both cut short. Now he was in a living body again, breathing new life but he was ignorant in what this world held. He’d not met many of the groups that inhabited the lands. So he was naturally interested.
More mud and more mud, but he hadn’t felt nor smelt that they’d quite reached the border. Maybe he’d lead them all past it by accident.
He figured he was close enough so he called out with words and with telepathy,”Tanglewood? You’ve got visitors from the Rosebloods. Hurry and come out, I wanna see what y’all are like. My name’s Frightfur, a physician and just one of the ambassadors from my place to…yours.”
Gifts. It occurred to him that he forgot gifts. He really, really hoped Perry or Eddie remembered because it would sure look lame to be thought of as stingy or something.
[member=2728]eddie,[/member] [member=2757]perry[/member]
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician