04-21-2020, 09:20 PM
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In the bizarre light of fellow abnormalities, a peculiarity ceased to be so peculiar after all. But rather, welcomed and accepted. If that wasn't a dream come true for an ostrasized outcast, then what was?
Well, the dream factor went down a notch when the reality of a humid, sweaty, muddy swamp infested with radioactive alligators struck.
And also haunted by a vengeful poltergeist. Not that he was currently out for blood but in the past -- he was rambling at this point. His daily maintenance of the swamp's traps commonly paused for an unfamiliar voice distantly calling to strangers. It was no different today. Plucking the taut rope of a snare, a rasped sigh escaped him. For a place boasting sanctuary for the odd freakshows within the animal kingdom, the expected routine swallowed everyone's lives.
The scrawny house cat picked his way across river stones, scarred pads callous to the muddled grime and slippery edges. As always, Aurum arrived on time, punctual yet silent for once. The other, Alaric if he remembered correctly, asked the standard questions. Name and business -- he preferred learning names over businesses anyway. Although business was interesting too.
Head tilting to the right as honey-brown eyes owlishly blinked, Beck found his voice hoarsely rasping, "What's that on your head?" A bandaged paw pointed to the accessory obscuring the newcomer's features, curiosity guiding the movement.
Well, the dream factor went down a notch when the reality of a humid, sweaty, muddy swamp infested with radioactive alligators struck.
And also haunted by a vengeful poltergeist. Not that he was currently out for blood but in the past -- he was rambling at this point. His daily maintenance of the swamp's traps commonly paused for an unfamiliar voice distantly calling to strangers. It was no different today. Plucking the taut rope of a snare, a rasped sigh escaped him. For a place boasting sanctuary for the odd freakshows within the animal kingdom, the expected routine swallowed everyone's lives.
The scrawny house cat picked his way across river stones, scarred pads callous to the muddled grime and slippery edges. As always, Aurum arrived on time, punctual yet silent for once. The other, Alaric if he remembered correctly, asked the standard questions. Name and business -- he preferred learning names over businesses anyway. Although business was interesting too.
Head tilting to the right as honey-brown eyes owlishly blinked, Beck found his voice hoarsely rasping, "What's that on your head?" A bandaged paw pointed to the accessory obscuring the newcomer's features, curiosity guiding the movement.