VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH ☆ intro + typhoon apprentice

[silvertides ;]

He had been living in the Pitt for a little over a month now. Or at least, as far as he could remember he had been. Sometimes it became difficult for him to keep track of time, what with his constant traveling to find himself. Either way, Silvertides had entered the group with relatively little fanfare, welcomed in at the border by NPCs, getting a tour, and then just... not interacting with anyone. It was really the opposite of what he had intended to do when he had first joined the desert dwelling group, but he couldn't help it. His social anxiety made it difficult for him to muster up the courage to leave his little cave near the edge of the territory, a burrow hidden effectively beneath the sand. He doubted most Pittians even knew he was there, considering he only really came out for food and the occasional exchange of goods. The white and green fox felt bad about not making more friends, but every time he found his way to the edge of the marketplace and thought about stepping out and introducing himself to others... he would shudder, practically toppled over by doubt. It might've made him a coward, but it was simply the way things were, and he was content to let it remain that way... until now.

It had been like any other day, at least to Silvertides. The fox had been inside of his den, curled up in his bed of moss and reading a book quietly, when suddenly he heard a noise outside. It sounded like... panting. And sobbing. Raising his head up from his bed, the fox felt his large ears pin back in worry, scrambling to his paws and heading for the mouth of the little sandy hollow. Once he reached the entrance, a foreign smell invaded his nose, causing the vulpine to recoil. The scent was salty, and wet, and reminded him of fish and the shores he had been born at, moons ago when he had been just a loner's pup. Despite the unfamiliarity of it, especially when compared to the arid scent of the Pitt, Silver found himself drawn to it, his long, skinny legs guiding him go the source of the scent – a child. An apprentice, no older than maybe seven months, with green draconic wings and small, growing green horns. The boy was curled in on himself, sniffling and hiccuping, and seemingly berating himself for whatever had happened prior to his arrival.

The next twenty or so minutes were a bit of a blur, with Silver playing twenty questions with the boy until he finally got the information he sought. The boy's name was Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux, he was a Typhooner, and he needed a place to stay. Silver recalled that the Typhoon was not looked upon incredibly favorably as of late, but... Roan was just a boy, and the feline pleaded that he wouldn't cause any trouble, he just couldn't go back home. Silver wasn't sure what exactly Roan had done to shake himself up so bad, but from what clues he could pick up on, the apprentice had evidently hurt someone he loved, and didn't have the heart to face what he had done. After hearing Roan's – rather abridged – story, Silvertides was fine with taking him in. However, there was one problem with that plan... he would need to tell the rest of the group. The vulpine doubted that it would look too good if he was found out to be harboring a Typhooner, so it seemed as though the universe had decided to forcibly shove Silver out of his comfort zone in order to make him interact with others.

Silvertides practically felt like crawling out of his skin as he led Roan to the area near the marketplace where most Pittians could be found, feeling many eyes following the two of them with curiosity and disdain when they caught scent of Roan's pelt. Despite this, the vulpine was determined, and before long they were sat near some large crates, Silver leaping upon one of them to grab attention quickly. The male hesitated for a moment, his pale grey gaze cast downwards, but then he glanced at Roan, seeing how the boy was looking at him pleadingly. Sighing, Silver worked up the courage to clear his throat, barking out, "Hello? Hello... you may not know me, but my name is Silvertides Hammer. I've been living here in the Pitt for about a month, but I haven't really been the most... out and about sort. The reason I called you over is because... because today, while I was in my hollow, I encountered this boy." He gestured a paw over towards Roan, who shifted a little awkwardly before Silver continued, "He's a Typhoon apprentice, however... he's seeking shelter here. Temporarily, I think. He promises not to cause us any trouble. Right?" He glanced towards Roan, just to see the siamese swallow thickly before nodding awkwardly. Silver then turned his gaze back towards whatever crowd had gathered, looking over them in an effort to see what reaction they would have.

( obviously set after Roan's breakdown in the Typhoon
Please don't reply until I do with [member=10663]roan ;[/member] ! )