02-09-2020, 02:03 PM
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Virgil was quite late to the party, but she was with everything. She wasn’t one to be found in the actual town. Most of her days were spent roaming beyond the borders. She wouldn’t touch the pit area with a 100 foot pole. Ever since she had vomited up the rabbit she had first caught in this land, she hadn’t taken anything else. The painted wolf was well aware of the strange mutations some of these Tanglers had. While it might be nice to have wings, she was perfectly fine being a canine.
The only reason she departed from her usual course and headed for the crater was because her large ears had picked up something that sounded like a scuffle. Not an actual fight, but a verbal one. There was a new person here. Most likely a friend or neutral, if Aurum hadn’t kicked his ass sideways yet. She had never seen Tanglers in action, but she knew how dangerous lions were.
The thin-legged lycaon trotted over to stand with the rest of her groupmates, blinking her wide golden eyes at the stranger. He spoke very strange. It was not quite an accent. He had a certain prose to his words. Most of what he said went in one of Virgil’s ears and out the other. She was quite simple minded and couldn’t retain long and winded sentences. It was probably also why she was struggling with sorting out her feelings after realizing that her emotions were too complex for her to understand completely.
”Yes, get out of there unless you want to sprout wings and talons, or turn purple or some other unnatural color.” Virgil chimed in, her yellow eyes shining with genuine seriousness. “Why do you like collecting useless things anyway?”
The only reason she departed from her usual course and headed for the crater was because her large ears had picked up something that sounded like a scuffle. Not an actual fight, but a verbal one. There was a new person here. Most likely a friend or neutral, if Aurum hadn’t kicked his ass sideways yet. She had never seen Tanglers in action, but she knew how dangerous lions were.
The thin-legged lycaon trotted over to stand with the rest of her groupmates, blinking her wide golden eyes at the stranger. He spoke very strange. It was not quite an accent. He had a certain prose to his words. Most of what he said went in one of Virgil’s ears and out the other. She was quite simple minded and couldn’t retain long and winded sentences. It was probably also why she was struggling with sorting out her feelings after realizing that her emotions were too complex for her to understand completely.
”Yes, get out of there unless you want to sprout wings and talons, or turn purple or some other unnatural color.” Virgil chimed in, her yellow eyes shining with genuine seriousness. “Why do you like collecting useless things anyway?”