HIGH TIDE RISING / intro

[CORRIN]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Uncomfortable, that's a good way to describe his current situation. He knew next to nothing about the Pitt when he had first joined, but as time went on he started to gather more and more information. All he had wanted when he first came upon the jungle, dehydrated from the walk and delirious from the heat, was a cool place to lie down and recover. But whispers of slaves, war, and torture manage to find him wherever he stops to rest. The more he learns about this place, the more he finds himself thinking about turning tail and running off to a more peaceful group. He isn't built for battle. His body is much smaller than a lot of his comrades, and his mental state isn't the kind that allows for murder. Places like the Pitt just aren't made for animals like Corrin.

Then again, he isn't sure he'd be able to just run away. Not after seeing the sort of things that go on in this jungle oasis. If he were to leave, he'd be abandoning all the captives and slaves that can't simply escape. If he didn't try to do anything, then he would be complicit in his silence. He won't allow himself to sink to the level of the other Pittians. Still, the idea of trying to kickstart a failed revolution and becoming a slave himself doesn't appeal to him in the slightest. Rise in the ranks, gain the trust of those in charge, change this place from the inside out. That is his current plan.

It seems simple enough, but he's been alive long enough to know that things rarely go to plan. He knows that its likely he'll end up in chains, or on the receiving end of one of those horrid tortures. This isn't enough to make him wonder if it's worth it though. It isn't right to weight the lives of others against his own. Even if the chance of saving them is small, it's a chance he has to take.

Corrin takes a seat in one of the broader caves, watching the other members as they pass by. He likes the caves better than a lot of the upper territory, enjoying the shelter that they provide from the heat. He hates the feeling of the sun beating down on his fur, and relishes the feeling of cool stone on his back as he leans against the rocky wall. A sigh pulls itself from his lips, and he drags a paw over tired eyelids. He has a lot of work cut out for him.