WE SHALL NOT BE MOVED ☆ markers

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Guardsman, despite being the title that Feza technically held, had never been what Aurum had actually considered the snow leopard to be. After all, Feza didn't know how to fight, didn't go on patrols very often, – as far as Aurum could tell – and didn't exactly work that hard to actually defend the group. He wasn't bitter about it, really, but he wasn't exactly surprised that Feza didn't know anything about the tree markers the group usually used. A soft sigh left him when Feza came over and immediately shot a joke off at him, but he didn't snap or anything like that, just shaking his head a bit. Even though she was joking, it was still a little bit annoying, considering this was supposed to be a serious teaching. Feza probably didn't even know what an actual serious class was though, considering the only class he had ever seen her host before was a kazoo one, and those never seemed to go her way in the slightest. Thankfully, this particular little venture wouldn't end like when Aurum had hosted the sparring course, when Feza had been scared shitless because of the fact that he was attacking her – even if Aurum had only been play fighting at the time. At some point he wanted to try it again, since Feza really did need to learn how to fight if she was going to properly help anybody, but... for now this would do.

Shaking his head from side to side, the winged lion rumbled as he dug his claws in and out of the ground below him, a release of any potential annoyance he had been feeling, "Feza... no, they're not actual markers. They're markings, which get carved into trees. They're meant to represent various things, like warnings for traps, or directions to our camp... they're supposed to only be recognizable by Tanglers, so that our enemies can't head straight into our camp or anything." At the very least, he was fairly sure that none of their enemies knew the markings yet... he hoped the fuck not, cause if they did, they were fucked ten ways to sunday. Taking a deep breath, Aurum stretched out a paw to begin carving markings into the ground, making them as clear as possible so that Feza could understand them easily, "The markers are organized into four different categories, and all have different uses. They can be very useful when used correctly, but we've allowed them to fade from the trees lately. Not to mention the fact that we need them for Beck's fucking traps... I've got no idea where the hell he is nowadays, unfortunately." His ears pinned down against his head, his eyes filling with worry for a moment before he shook it off, letting out a sigh. People disappeared all the time, and usually they returned. He could only hope it was another case of that.

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