08-04-2019, 12:08 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]After all had settled down - the influx of new members, the death of old - it was refreshing to see a new face that wasn't contorted by bitterness and poor experience. In fact, Torren looked normal. Tanglewood had lions, an amphibious fishdog, a brightly colored tiger obsessed with children's instruments, and him on top of the radioactive mutants that inhabited their land; yet Torren looked to be the perfect stereotype for a new and pleasantly contented member. He was a wildcat, small in stature, and from first glace appeared to be untouched by the powers which could only be described as magic. Red has to look down a little to meet his gaze, and thus he tries to avoid looking too imposing by looming over him. Instead, he sits.
"What's up." The demon's long tail gives Wormwood a poke on the shoulder as he looks in the other's direction. "Got a new guy?"
"What's up." The demon's long tail gives Wormwood a poke on the shoulder as he looks in the other's direction. "Got a new guy?"
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME