10-05-2019, 09:29 AM
[size=11pt]Ah, a warning! How welcoming.
Deersong smiles a bittersweet smile, tinged with the faintest bit of cynicism. [color=#67c0e6]"I have suffered abuse at the paws of my own kind for too long, my friend. See the markings under my eye--it brands me as the scum of the earth. My family, my friends, the ones that are supposed to take care of me have made it clear that being dependent is a crime." No longer shaking, he heaves a soft sigh and shakes his head.
[color=#67c0e6]"As an outsider, you may not understand. It is simply how we--they live. The Mountain Folk's resources are scarce and can only be afforded to those that earn their keep." Though the tale he tells of his tribe is rather unsettling, his voice remains flat, rid of the fear he felt upon arrival. He would like to think that his two options are either to turn back or to continue forward, and neither option will see any harm to him, though he supposes if he were to keel right here, right now, he couldn't complain. His wish is to die, after all, but it would be preferable to do it on his own terms. [color=#67c0e6]"I cannot hunt, I am constantly ill. One less mouth to feed means less strain upon them."
[color=#67c0e6]"... however, that was all on the assumption that if I left, I would have nowhere else to go but the lake ... I am not so sure now." Deersong has been through enough hurt in his life. He wishes they could guarantee he would not face the same abuse here. It's clear they can't make any promises, and he knows to expect nothing. [color=#67c0e6]"Tell me, what exactly is so terrible about this place? If you are offering me a second chance at life, you cannot all be so bad."
Deersong smiles a bittersweet smile, tinged with the faintest bit of cynicism. [color=#67c0e6]"I have suffered abuse at the paws of my own kind for too long, my friend. See the markings under my eye--it brands me as the scum of the earth. My family, my friends, the ones that are supposed to take care of me have made it clear that being dependent is a crime." No longer shaking, he heaves a soft sigh and shakes his head.
[color=#67c0e6]"As an outsider, you may not understand. It is simply how we--they live. The Mountain Folk's resources are scarce and can only be afforded to those that earn their keep." Though the tale he tells of his tribe is rather unsettling, his voice remains flat, rid of the fear he felt upon arrival. He would like to think that his two options are either to turn back or to continue forward, and neither option will see any harm to him, though he supposes if he were to keel right here, right now, he couldn't complain. His wish is to die, after all, but it would be preferable to do it on his own terms. [color=#67c0e6]"I cannot hunt, I am constantly ill. One less mouth to feed means less strain upon them."
[color=#67c0e6]"... however, that was all on the assumption that if I left, I would have nowhere else to go but the lake ... I am not so sure now." Deersong has been through enough hurt in his life. He wishes they could guarantee he would not face the same abuse here. It's clear they can't make any promises, and he knows to expect nothing. [color=#67c0e6]"Tell me, what exactly is so terrible about this place? If you are offering me a second chance at life, you cannot all be so bad."
[align=center][font=times new roman][b][color=#67c0e6]blood on the leaves and blood at the root