VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH ☆ intro + typhoon apprentice

[roan ;]

[div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — Roan couldn't believe what he had done. He hadn't thought he would ever hurt a fellow Typhoon member. He hadn't thought that the nightmares would ever become so bad that he would lash out at others. However, he had, and people had suffered for it. Octane, Kaz, his mama... they all had electrical burns because of him, because of the outburst that he had let out. He felt awful about it, and knew that he should have stayed, to face repentance for what he had done, but... he had felt so scared, and so guilty. He hadn't realized what he was doing until he was already halfway gone, his legs carrying him across the loner lands as quickly as they could manage, away from the Typhoon and away from those that he had hurt. He hadn't even realized where he was going until he had ended up at the Pitt, collapsing on the border in a sobbing, exhausted mess. He had honestly been lucky that Silver had found him, or he probably would've died out there, under the searing hot sun.

The siamese had been reluctant when Silver had begun questioning him, so used to stories about how awful the Pitt was and what horrible manipulators they were. However, he could see the genuine concern that the male had, so he had answered... to an extent. Had hadn't expected to hear himself begging for shelter from the crimes that he had committed, but the request had left his muzzle anyways, hanging static in silent air until Silver finally reluctantly agreed. It had honestly been a relief, with pounds upon pounds of weight leaving Roan's shoulders. He would... he would return to the Typhoon, eventually. He just... needed some time away. He needed time to think, about what he had seen in his dreams... and about what he had done. Perhaps the Pitt wasn't the ideal place for that, but it was where he had ended up, and the thought of dragging himself to Tanglewood or Elysium sounded exhausting, and he was sure he wouldn't make it even halfway to either before he succumbed to his needs for food, water, and rest.

He had been extremely nervous when Silver had led him to the marketplace, unnerved by the vicious and suspicious looks that were shot his way by many Pittians thanks to the scent that clung to his fur. Thankfully, it seemed as though they weren't willing to attack, at least not while another Pittian was with him. When Silver jumped atop the crates, Roan had remained silent, just watching the vulpine with the rest of the crowd with his tail curled neatly around his paws. When Silver gestured to him, he awkwardly shifting, feeling pinned beneath the gaze of the crowd. However, when Silver finally finished his little speech, Roan was motivated into action, speaking softly, "I... I am Roan Ó Foaláin-Roux. I may have been born in the Typhoon, but I can't stay there right now. I promise that I won't cause you any trouble, nor will any of my family... I just need somewhere to stay, even for just a week." He looked desperately at the crowd, hoping that he wouldn't be denied and evicted from the territory immediately. He hadn't caused any trouble thus far, and meant what he said about not letting his family cause issues, but... there was bad blood between The Pitt and The Typhoon, and he knew it.
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