04-08-2020, 02:52 AM
Why was it that no heavenly satellite was capable of illuminating the swamp? Perhaps it was not the most astute observation, but it was true regardless. The mire seemed to only grow progressively more dim the farther one ventured in, so much so that even navigating in the daytime was inherently difficult. That didn't even take into account the off-putting stench and the muddy, boggy earth that characterized every place in the swamp that wasn't aquatic.
Even still, new joiners seemed to crop up every day. It was to be marveled at, really, at how much Tanglewood had grown since he had joined, which really wasn't all that long ago. Whether it be through bearing children or good, old-fashioned joining, Tanglewood had surely exploded. That was not debatable.
At the moment, Alaric found himself out in the swamp on yet another midnight walk. It stunk, as always, but he was growing used to it. Slowly. At some point, a foreign scent invaded his senses. A strong scent, at that. Its potency suggested that more than one animal with the same stench had gathered somewhere. What was that? Alaric had to know. With that, he made for smell's place of origin.
It didn't take quite as long as he thought it would to find the source, which was apparently a six-man crew of... well, they were just a crew, it seemed. None of the creatures' bodies were remotely the same, with sizes and species ranging from a viper to a bear of all things. There was a certain tension to the air, too, although he would make an attempt to suppress the effects that the tension had on his body. After having eavesdropped for a few moments—long enough to take in some of the conversation—he emerged from the underbrush, freely chiming in. "It would be best if we didn't instigate hostility, yes?" came the tabby's low voice. His words had no specific audience, but it was clear that they were intended mostly for Aurum and Snarl.
Even still, new joiners seemed to crop up every day. It was to be marveled at, really, at how much Tanglewood had grown since he had joined, which really wasn't all that long ago. Whether it be through bearing children or good, old-fashioned joining, Tanglewood had surely exploded. That was not debatable.
At the moment, Alaric found himself out in the swamp on yet another midnight walk. It stunk, as always, but he was growing used to it. Slowly. At some point, a foreign scent invaded his senses. A strong scent, at that. Its potency suggested that more than one animal with the same stench had gathered somewhere. What was that? Alaric had to know. With that, he made for smell's place of origin.
It didn't take quite as long as he thought it would to find the source, which was apparently a six-man crew of... well, they were just a crew, it seemed. None of the creatures' bodies were remotely the same, with sizes and species ranging from a viper to a bear of all things. There was a certain tension to the air, too, although he would make an attempt to suppress the effects that the tension had on his body. After having eavesdropped for a few moments—long enough to take in some of the conversation—he emerged from the underbrush, freely chiming in. "It would be best if we didn't instigate hostility, yes?" came the tabby's low voice. His words had no specific audience, but it was clear that they were intended mostly for Aurum and Snarl.
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