12-15-2019, 04:11 AM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]It was cold. An obvious statement, seeing as it was winter. Marlon was thankful that his fur shielded him from the full extent of the chill. Marlon released a breath of air, watching as the white cloud faded away. Just a little bit more, he assured himself, continuing on with his trip.
What was he doing? Well, Marlon had been on his own for around a year now, ever since he'd woken up with no recollection of his past. He had tried to stay in Tanglewood but his interest in the group waned over time. And so, he set off on his own. Hopefully now, with his wanderlust sated and a greater understanding of the world he found himself in, he could settle down. He figured that he ought to try out something new instead of just returning to Tanglewood.
Which was why he was currently journeying to the border of Halls of Hiraeth with the intention of joining. Marlon could appreciate what they stood for and if he was going to pledge his loyalty to a group, he should pick one whose ideals he could stand behind. Ideals that...reminded him of something. Marlon allowed the thoughts to fade away; he found that even if he attempted to grasp onto any ribbons of memories, they would float out of his grasp. He likened the phenomenon to attempting to cup water within one's paws. No matter how hard he may try, the water would slip through the cracks.
Finally, he arrived at the border of Halls, azure eyes taking in the view. A forested group. Once again, an aching feeling of familiarity settled in his mind. Not right now. Marlon had things to do, he didn't have time to get lost in his mind.
"Hello?" Marlon called out, soft-spoken words floating into the air. The feline twitched his nose as he paused, hoping someone had heard his call. "My name is Marlon Clockworker, I'm, uh. Here to join," he finished, clearing his throat at the end. He sat down to prevent nervous jitters from taking over his leg. Even with that precaution, his tail twitched side to side, its nervous energy at odds with the sourpuss expression that constantly marred his face.
What was he doing? Well, Marlon had been on his own for around a year now, ever since he'd woken up with no recollection of his past. He had tried to stay in Tanglewood but his interest in the group waned over time. And so, he set off on his own. Hopefully now, with his wanderlust sated and a greater understanding of the world he found himself in, he could settle down. He figured that he ought to try out something new instead of just returning to Tanglewood.
Which was why he was currently journeying to the border of Halls of Hiraeth with the intention of joining. Marlon could appreciate what they stood for and if he was going to pledge his loyalty to a group, he should pick one whose ideals he could stand behind. Ideals that...reminded him of something. Marlon allowed the thoughts to fade away; he found that even if he attempted to grasp onto any ribbons of memories, they would float out of his grasp. He likened the phenomenon to attempting to cup water within one's paws. No matter how hard he may try, the water would slip through the cracks.
Finally, he arrived at the border of Halls, azure eyes taking in the view. A forested group. Once again, an aching feeling of familiarity settled in his mind. Not right now. Marlon had things to do, he didn't have time to get lost in his mind.
"Hello?" Marlon called out, soft-spoken words floating into the air. The feline twitched his nose as he paused, hoping someone had heard his call. "My name is Marlon Clockworker, I'm, uh. Here to join," he finished, clearing his throat at the end. He sat down to prevent nervous jitters from taking over his leg. Even with that precaution, his tail twitched side to side, its nervous energy at odds with the sourpuss expression that constantly marred his face.