12-07-2018, 12:55 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Accidental deaths and murders were a topic that plagued Clarence's life. He could still remember that night when Thomas sank beneath icy waves and he'd tried to save him. He remembered the slew of deaths that surrounded his family conspicuously, placing his sister in the middle of it all. However, she wasn't just charged with murder. No, that would be too simple. There was too much evidence that she hadn't actually been there when any of the individuals died. No, the only explanation then had been that she must have been a witch, despite not having ill intent or anything to gain from those that died. For the most part, anyway. Some speculated she was jealous of her older brother, some that she knew her mother needed money from her father's death, some considered she couldn't stand all the time Thomas and Clarence spent together. It was all ridiculous. His sister had been a kind, loving girl who wouldn't have ever considered hurting him. He was sure of it. There was always a little part of his mind that questioned it, though. No matter how much he believed, the words of others sometimes invaded his thoughts and drams. No, he had made the right decision. She wasn't guilty. She deserved to be safe and happy.
Clarence hadn't been here for very long. He'd only arrived a few weeks ago now but he was starting to get used to things, as much as a man could expect to be used to a world full of talking animals, including himself. Things were strange but for once he had peace and quiet, which he couldn't argue with. It was nice. There were no ships, there were no canons, there were no rumors or accusations. He'd heard a rumor that there had been conflict before his arrival, but he didn't know much about what that entailed or how it'd all began. That didn't seem to bother him, though. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter. If he did believe that all of this was just part of his mind, it didn't matter what the history of this place was because it only existed within his own mind. It was getting harder and harder to believe that, though.
He caught the scent of blood and scrunched his nose. Things smelled so much worse in this new world, something he attributed to his own heightened senses. Either way, he made his way towards the area and felt panic poke at his chest when he saw Atticus and he found himself moving a bit faster than before. The man was one of the only friends he'd made since his arrival and he wanted to be sure he wasn't hurt. However, as he drew closer it was clear from the way he sat and spoke, nothing was wrong. Instead, Clarence noticed a different figure just past the male directly before him holding a mangled corpse, something that made him flinch. Now that he'd been here so long, he found that he couldn't bring himself to use the excuse that those around him were 'just animals.' They clearly had lives and intelligent, organized communities. They were just like human beings except... not, and he couldn't dismiss their value. He quietly listened to the conversation as he settled down, glancing between the two men. "I know I haven't been here long, so I'm afraid I'm not as familiar with the situation," he began slowly, "But do you think it'd perhaps be wise to set up guards in both territories during the night? Or maybe we should visit the scene of the murder itself? If someone is trying to harm either of our... groups, it may be best to try to be proactive in case of another attack."
Clarence hadn't been here for very long. He'd only arrived a few weeks ago now but he was starting to get used to things, as much as a man could expect to be used to a world full of talking animals, including himself. Things were strange but for once he had peace and quiet, which he couldn't argue with. It was nice. There were no ships, there were no canons, there were no rumors or accusations. He'd heard a rumor that there had been conflict before his arrival, but he didn't know much about what that entailed or how it'd all began. That didn't seem to bother him, though. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter. If he did believe that all of this was just part of his mind, it didn't matter what the history of this place was because it only existed within his own mind. It was getting harder and harder to believe that, though.
He caught the scent of blood and scrunched his nose. Things smelled so much worse in this new world, something he attributed to his own heightened senses. Either way, he made his way towards the area and felt panic poke at his chest when he saw Atticus and he found himself moving a bit faster than before. The man was one of the only friends he'd made since his arrival and he wanted to be sure he wasn't hurt. However, as he drew closer it was clear from the way he sat and spoke, nothing was wrong. Instead, Clarence noticed a different figure just past the male directly before him holding a mangled corpse, something that made him flinch. Now that he'd been here so long, he found that he couldn't bring himself to use the excuse that those around him were 'just animals.' They clearly had lives and intelligent, organized communities. They were just like human beings except... not, and he couldn't dismiss their value. He quietly listened to the conversation as he settled down, glancing between the two men. "I know I haven't been here long, so I'm afraid I'm not as familiar with the situation," he began slowly, "But do you think it'd perhaps be wise to set up guards in both territories during the night? Or maybe we should visit the scene of the murder itself? If someone is trying to harm either of our... groups, it may be best to try to be proactive in case of another attack."