10-07-2019, 05:11 PM
Sure, perhaps the swampland looked a little bit dark and unsettling for those who were coming from the outside, rather than having lived here for as long as he had now, but Wormwood thought that kind of just added onto the charm of it, particularly in the coming Halloween season. After all, the darkness was perfect for scary stories and tricks, so he could definitely appreciate the shadows of the trees that blocked out the sun. As Wormwood moved slowly through the swampland that made up the territory of Tanglewood, he was surprised when the scent of another new person reached his nose. It seemed as though they were becoming rather popular lately, which was kind of nice. Heading towards the source of the new scent, he was surprised to find a small raccoon sitting there, wearing a mask on his face. Part of him wanted to ask if the mask was some sort of Halloween thing, but a larger part of him didn't want to, since he didn't want to offend if that wasn't the case. Sitting back on his haunches, the winged lion cleared his throat before rumbling softly, his head tilting to one side as he observed Masque curiously, "Hello there, new fellow. I like the mask... could I get your name, maybe? This is the border of Tanglewood, but I'm assuming that you know that by the fact that you're just chilling out here... do you want to join?" Masque didn't seem to smell of any other group other than Tanglewood, so he could only assume that he was a joiner, rather than an ambassador from some other group with urgent news.
[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]
— Reggan