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

Truthfully, if Feza ever admitted that she preferred to be in the dark, Aurum probably wouldn't have been too surprised. There were certain occasions where it seemed like Feza purposefully ignored or "forgot" information that wasn't in the best interests of her fun-making activities, and it did seem at times like it was a case of being oblivious on purpose. Aurum didn't really bring it up when these times did happen, but there was a small part of hin that wanted to just add that onto the list of reasons why he sometimes felt supreme annoyance with the snow leopard. Still, that wasn't the point right now, and Aurum pushed those thoughts aside as he listened to the other guardsman, a soft snort leaving him when Feza pointed out that markers had two different meanings. He very much knew that, and he could only hope that Feza had really meant it as a joke, since he was pretty sure he had made it quite sure what type of marker he was talking about. Slowly wrapping his tail around his paws, the lion listened to Feza for another moment before letting out a soft noise of surprise, absolutely stunned that someone who had been here as long as he had didn't know who Beck was. He rumbled as his eyes flicked off in the direction of Beck's boathouse, a soft sigh leaving him as he remembered the last time he had tried to visit the other, how he had found everything eerily abandoned and disorienting, "Beck was the first leader of the group, the one who made Tanglewood. The ghost? You have to have met him before... he was around quite a bit, before..." Before what? Well, Aurum wasn't quite sure what really had been the instigating event that had just made Beck disappear, but obviously something had. Perhaps the same thing that made Red disappear... the thought of the gorilla made his stomach twist painfully, and he took in a deep breath, refocusing on the markings he had drawn.

Closing his eyes briefly to let his emotional thoughts settle, the older of the two guardsmen tapped his claw against four different markers, saying simply, "The four different types of symbols are hunting, water, directions, and danger. All of then are pretty self explanatory. Traps are marked under dangers, as well as directions, in case you want to lure an enemy into one." He hoped very much that there wouldn't be any sort of enemies sneaking over their borders and trying to attack anybody after the raid, but one could never be sure, and he preferred to have the traps rather than be without them, and have someone possibly get captured. Pointing to another of the markers he had made – a square with a line diagonally through it – the lion rumbled promptly, "This one is a directional marker for a trapdoor. Generally, if you see this, you're not gonna wanna be on the solid ground ahead of it. The water ones are poisonous water, safe water, leeches, and trash... again, all pretty self explanatory. You see this...?" He pointed his claw at another of the markings, a line with an x through it, "This indicates poisonous water. If you see this, you shouldn't drink the water near it, obviously." He then said, rolling his shoulders and yawning widely – the markers wont the most exciting subject in the world, but they were important, "There's a wide variety of hunting ones. They're pretty much all for indicating what type of prey you can find in any area. They're obviously useful if you're looking for a specific thing for lunch or dinner." He wasn't sure if Feza was actually listening to him talk about all of this, but he hoped that she was. After all, this would be useful for her too, if she learned to pay attention to the trees.

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