delirious damnation / open, tanglewood

[roan ;]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan didn't actually have all that grand a spectrum of knowledge when it came to the other groups. Despite the boy's constant enthusiasm and curiosity, he had yet to truly learn about the complex system of politics or alliances, and instead just judged everyone pretty much just on how they treated him and his family. He knew that the Pitt was disliked because of the constant mumblings he heard when he went near the tavern, but he had yet to actually really ever encounter the group, unable to even identify their scent. However, that was not the case with Tanglewood. He probably knew the most about Tanglewood, since he knew them to be a close ally. Not only that, but that was the place where he and his Mama had gone for that nice snow leopard's party! That alone was enough to motivate the boy to stumble over when the scent reached his nose, distinctly earthy and very different from his own or any of his fellow crewmates.

He was grinning crookedly as he raced over through the sand, spraying up clouds in his wake as he maneuvered himself quickly between his mother's legs. He took special care not to scratch Roxanne with his steadily growing horns, seemingly unaware of the fact that he would soon be unable to conveniently hide beneath his mother, both because of his growing and her growing thanks to the kits. This, however, was the farthest thing from his mind as he looked at Raymond, his blue eyes bright and excited. He squeaked cheerfully from where he peeked out, "You smell like Feza! She was real nice. She was from Tanglewood too, and she invited us to a party! Do you like parties mister Raymond? Ah- my name's Roan Ó Faoláin-Roux! That's my Mama!" He gestured quickly up at Roxanne above him, settling down between her front legs.