I Wonder When They Will Wake Up? (Open)

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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Aurum had a tendency to avoid the crater that lingered within Tanglewood's territory like the plague. While he personally hadn't had any really traumatic events go on in the middle of the deep pit, he knew well the tragedy that had been caused because of it, and knew that it was the source of the radiation that held Tanglewood in its iron grip. Not to mention the fact that it was where Piers was supposedly found, right after he had become all strangely robotic. Everything about the crater just seemed so oddly cursed that it practically let off an aura of don't come near me, or terrible things will happen. Aurum kept to this advice pretty strongly, since he already had his wings – which he honestly wasn't sure whether they were a mutation or a result of being an angel anymore, but he tended to err on the side of caution – and had no desire to be growing any more extra limbs. For the most part, it seemed as though everyone else within Tanglewood, and even those outside of Tanglewood, also tended to stay away from the crater, and give it a wide berth so that they wouldn't be subject to some terrible fate like the skeletons and bits of remains left inside – however little that was. Unfortunately, it seemed as though not everybody had the decent sense to stay away, and that was how Aurum ended up at the edge of the crater, looking downward at an unfamiliar lynx that didn't smell of Tanglewood, or anywhere else really. He had just been soaring overhead when he spotted the small shape of a distinctly living body down below, and a heavy sigh had rippled through him, knowing he would have to deal with it.

The proxy watched from a distance for several minutes, watching as the strange lynx ambled around before talking to the mostly charred and desecrated skeleton of what might've once been a human. His ramblings made little sense to the angel, and as the scene continued, Aurum got the distinct feeling that this guy wasn't quite right in the head. Sighing heavily, he watched as Sterling swiped something from the body, dropping it down into the bucket he had with him. The proxy didn't actually care that much about the locker in question, since it was just some old human nonsense, but he was still worried about the mentally unstable individual in the middle of the territory, acting as if he could go wherever he wanted. When the lynx gripped the handle of the bucket in his jaws, evidently ready to move on from where he was, Aurum finally decided to speak up, shaking out his fur before moving downward. Clearing out his throat, he rumbled firmly at Sterling, trying to seem intimidating but not utterly terrify the poor guy, "Hey! You, the lynx, can I speak to you?" He didn't really wait for an answer, just continuing in his questioning when he settled into a sitting position nearby, trying to ignore the prickle of his fur at the stuffy air around him, "What's your name, and why're you here? You're on Tanglewood territory, and it's very impolite to just show up and start taking things, you know." Aurum wasn't really sure he'd get a straight answer from this guy, considering the behavior he had exhibited in the past, but he could at least try.

━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━