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[glow=#6D6D6D,2,300]Ω —[/glow] For a long time, Perseus had slaved from group to group with a new identity each time. After reaching Tanglewood many months ago, the warrior felt in tune with their ways and felt humbled by everyone who surrounded him here. They were kind people. A little odd, but sweet nevertheless. The German Shepard never managed to come out of his shell and remained to himself as he stayed. All of his tasks were done in private. It was practically a rarity for him to get out and interact between the few that frequented the area, but he still tried his best to at least know their names. Despite being closed off, there may be a time where he needed their assistance and he’d equally tried to guide them towards peace. Today was one of those rare times. The sable canine had wandered from his home within the depths of the swamp and into the main camp with great caution. With alert ears guiding the way through the crowd, he found himself taking a pause for a moment near a water hole. His rump plopped into the moist ground and he balanced his head on the trunk of the tree, admiring whatever he could take in. From afar, leaves rustled and the sound of chatter rushed through the salty air. The blind man was pleased with how the day was going so far. It never hurt him to get out anyways. Now if only he could have some company to enjoy it with.
//short but to the point
