Late nights were something that Alaric had become used to.
Since arriving in Tanglewood, the tabby had begun to adjust to the life of a Tangler. In the short time he'd been there, he had claimed a home of his own and, while it was sparsely decorated and he didn't really know anyone, he was becoming attached to the group. It was the closest thing to home that he'd had in a long while.
Living as a Tangler also brought a couple perks, such as the library. Alaric could easily be described as a bookworm, and attesting to that were the several piles of tomes that he had borrowed from the library. A few were novels of the normal sort. You name it, he had it; biographies, philosophy, hell, even a couple fantasies just for fun. What really caught his attention, though, were books of the medicinal sort. The library wasn't flush with them, but Alaric had come upon at least one ancient bookshelf full of the things. He was thoroughly enamored with the medical journals. They were mostly about humans, but Alaric didn't really care all that much, because he found them to be interesting.
A few veterinary books could be found in the library as well, and he'd stumbled upon two books on alternative medicines. One of them he found to be particularly interesting. It was about the medicinal properties of alternative medicines on animals. The tabby was pretty sure that he had seen several of the herbs drawn in the book scattered throughout the territory, although he had never paid much mind to them before.
After hours of reading, the tabby decided that he was ready for a break. He'd been reading practically since the sun had said its last goodbye for the day, and he needed something to cure the headache he could feel coming after hours upon hours of poring through twentieth century tomes.
And so he decided to emerge from his home in the dead of night, when practically anything and everything were asleep. Or should be, at least. He stretched his muscles momentarily before setting off on his midnight stroll. He didn't walk long before coming upon the wolf that he had seen multiple times going about his own business in the group. It was the very same one that breathed the noxious green gas that Alaric found so intriguing. Realizing that he had never learned the stranger's name, he padded up to the other male's porch.
Forgoing the normal greetings that most creatures offered each other, Alaric spoke. "I never learned your name." He took a seat a few paces from the wolf's porch, curling his tail around his paws and looking to the stranger as he waited for a response. He noted Caustic's haggard appearance in that moment, and while Alaric really didn't care that much, he figured the courteous thing to do would be to ask about the male's mental state. "Are you alright? You don't look so hot."
Since arriving in Tanglewood, the tabby had begun to adjust to the life of a Tangler. In the short time he'd been there, he had claimed a home of his own and, while it was sparsely decorated and he didn't really know anyone, he was becoming attached to the group. It was the closest thing to home that he'd had in a long while.
Living as a Tangler also brought a couple perks, such as the library. Alaric could easily be described as a bookworm, and attesting to that were the several piles of tomes that he had borrowed from the library. A few were novels of the normal sort. You name it, he had it; biographies, philosophy, hell, even a couple fantasies just for fun. What really caught his attention, though, were books of the medicinal sort. The library wasn't flush with them, but Alaric had come upon at least one ancient bookshelf full of the things. He was thoroughly enamored with the medical journals. They were mostly about humans, but Alaric didn't really care all that much, because he found them to be interesting.
A few veterinary books could be found in the library as well, and he'd stumbled upon two books on alternative medicines. One of them he found to be particularly interesting. It was about the medicinal properties of alternative medicines on animals. The tabby was pretty sure that he had seen several of the herbs drawn in the book scattered throughout the territory, although he had never paid much mind to them before.
After hours of reading, the tabby decided that he was ready for a break. He'd been reading practically since the sun had said its last goodbye for the day, and he needed something to cure the headache he could feel coming after hours upon hours of poring through twentieth century tomes.
And so he decided to emerge from his home in the dead of night, when practically anything and everything were asleep. Or should be, at least. He stretched his muscles momentarily before setting off on his midnight stroll. He didn't walk long before coming upon the wolf that he had seen multiple times going about his own business in the group. It was the very same one that breathed the noxious green gas that Alaric found so intriguing. Realizing that he had never learned the stranger's name, he padded up to the other male's porch.
Forgoing the normal greetings that most creatures offered each other, Alaric spoke. "I never learned your name." He took a seat a few paces from the wolf's porch, curling his tail around his paws and looking to the stranger as he waited for a response. He noted Caustic's haggard appearance in that moment, and while Alaric really didn't care that much, he figured the courteous thing to do would be to ask about the male's mental state. "Are you alright? You don't look so hot."
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