03-22-2020, 04:25 PM
The tabby's onward progression was marked by unusual sights. Some of the trees, he noticed, were of an unusual shade; purple, blue, yellow—the rainbow was apparently no stranger to this forest. Alaric briefly wondered if he had consumed a mushroom or two somewhere along the way. He shrugged the thought off, certain that he was intelligent enough to not do something so stupid as to eat a random fungal growth along the way. However, if the colors weren't some sort of hallucinogenic effect to due a drug, they must have been yet another sign of a group nearby.
Alaric's suspicions were confirmed when in front of him stepped a kitten spouting some defensive, accusatory nonsense. He regarded the child with the same seemingly uninterested blue stare that he had looked upon everything thus far with. Tanglewood? thought Alaric upon processing the kit's words. That must be the name of this group, then—or perhaps the name of this forest?
He opened his mouth to respond to the tyke when from the underbrush a hound appeared. His gaze flicked to the dog instinctively. So the child is not alone. Presently he analyzed the hound, noting that he carried himself perhaps more regally than the child did. Was this person in a position of power, then? Alaric would not know for sure without asking. The apologetic glance from the stranger did not go unmissed, but neither did its flippant undertone. The tabby began to speak again, but was once more interrupted. So the stranger's name was Leroy, and he was, in fact, in charge of... what was it the kitten said? Tanglewood?
"My name is Alaric," he responded after a moment. Not seeing the need for frivolities, Alaric responded thusly: "I'm not from anywhere that you'd know of, but I mean to join your group." His gaze remained on Leroy, as he figured that the leader's approval to join would carry more weight than a child's.
Alaric's suspicions were confirmed when in front of him stepped a kitten spouting some defensive, accusatory nonsense. He regarded the child with the same seemingly uninterested blue stare that he had looked upon everything thus far with. Tanglewood? thought Alaric upon processing the kit's words. That must be the name of this group, then—or perhaps the name of this forest?
He opened his mouth to respond to the tyke when from the underbrush a hound appeared. His gaze flicked to the dog instinctively. So the child is not alone. Presently he analyzed the hound, noting that he carried himself perhaps more regally than the child did. Was this person in a position of power, then? Alaric would not know for sure without asking. The apologetic glance from the stranger did not go unmissed, but neither did its flippant undertone. The tabby began to speak again, but was once more interrupted. So the stranger's name was Leroy, and he was, in fact, in charge of... what was it the kitten said? Tanglewood?
"My name is Alaric," he responded after a moment. Not seeing the need for frivolities, Alaric responded thusly: "I'm not from anywhere that you'd know of, but I mean to join your group." His gaze remained on Leroy, as he figured that the leader's approval to join would carry more weight than a child's.
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