08-02-2020, 11:53 PM
If it had been known that Ghostwhisper was from the Pitt, then the other probably would've been torn limb from limb on sight, by Aurum himself. The desert dwelling group had hardly ever been in Tanglewood's good graces, least of all the shaderunner's, but for a time, he had been willing to feign neutrality. Although he had never trusted Kydobi for the entirety of the other's reign – which he still didn't know had ended yet, at least not officially – the other had known well enough not to fuck with Tanglewood. Save for that whole incident with Moth, which was apparently just a case of Kydobi's incompetence in leading his members. The whole thing probably would've made Aurum laugh, if it weren't for the fact that his sister had been hurt because of it. Aside from that, The Pitt had actually mostly been keeping to the promises that they had made. It had seemed like there would finally be a time of peace for all of the groups, and the angel had been perfectly fine with that, since it meant no more blood dirtying his claws, and no more dead bodies found on their border.
However, nothing good was ever meant to last, and it wasn't long before there was another fucked up "gift" on their border, in the form of Keter's body. The thought of it still made Aurum's blood run cold, and made him want to dig his teeth into a Pittian throat until there was absolutely nothing left of it. He had thought that he had left such violent thoughts in the past, and for a while, he had. He had never felt guilty about killing Kydobi – the bastard deserved it, and never should've come back as far as Aurum was concerned – but he had felt bad about the violent urges that had gripped him during those times, desperate for blood whenever he got even a whiff of the scent of the Pitt. However, it had become open season once again, since the lion had little intention of letting the enemy group get off scott free for what they had done. Tanglewood and The Typhoon had let The Pitt have one too many second chances, and now the group was going to be wiped off the map whether they liked it or not, as they should've been ages ago. Just the thought of it was enough to make Aurum grin with satisfaction, ready to bring waste and destruction down on a group that really and truly deserved it. In fact, the thoughts had been brought on because he thought he had caught a whiff of the Pitt coming from the border, and had begun to make his way over, anger bubbling in his chest.
Instead of a Pittian, however, he came upon Ghost. The strange creature caused Aurum to recoil at first, especially since he had thought they were a Pittian, but when he opened his jaws and scented again, he was greeted by a cacophony of strange scents. None of them seemed strong enough to be a proper home, which put the lion at ease, although not as much as he would've liked. After all, they were still a strange mantis beast standing right in front of him, and he didn't know what their intentions were. He opened his mouth to question them, intrigued by the bowing motion, but suddenly they were moving again. He took a step back, his pelt raised, but found himself relaxing when they completed their motion, gesturing to their mouth in an effort to communicate that they couldn't speak. His one eye darted down to the paper that was handed over, very slowly looking over the writing there. He usually had no issues with reading, but the presence of the bug creature was still unnerving, and it reminded him of the last rather large bug creature that had come and taken Roy away from him. Thankfully, they seemed friendly, and if their paper was anything to go by, they were just interested in commerce.
Tail flicking slowly behind him, Aurum lifted his gaze to meet Ghost's cold and empty one, resisting the shiver that tried to worm its way down his spine. He spoke calmly once he finally opened his mouth, his voice a deep rumble, "You do... map making? That's certainly an interesting skill, considering how much things seem to change out there." He gestured vaguely with a paw towards the uncharted lands, which seemed to constantly be shifting whenever he left the territory – even though he knew that it was impossible for that to be the case. He then said, a soft hum leaving him as he glanced back towards the main town, "I don't believe I'll be having a need for your services, but that doesn't mean other tanglers won't... I'm Aurum. It's a pleasure to meet you, regardless of if I need a map or not." Seeing as he flew most everywhere and knew where the four main groups were, he didn't really see a purpose in grabbing himself a map. However, his clanmates that were more locked down to the ground probably wouldn't refuse such a thing.
However, nothing good was ever meant to last, and it wasn't long before there was another fucked up "gift" on their border, in the form of Keter's body. The thought of it still made Aurum's blood run cold, and made him want to dig his teeth into a Pittian throat until there was absolutely nothing left of it. He had thought that he had left such violent thoughts in the past, and for a while, he had. He had never felt guilty about killing Kydobi – the bastard deserved it, and never should've come back as far as Aurum was concerned – but he had felt bad about the violent urges that had gripped him during those times, desperate for blood whenever he got even a whiff of the scent of the Pitt. However, it had become open season once again, since the lion had little intention of letting the enemy group get off scott free for what they had done. Tanglewood and The Typhoon had let The Pitt have one too many second chances, and now the group was going to be wiped off the map whether they liked it or not, as they should've been ages ago. Just the thought of it was enough to make Aurum grin with satisfaction, ready to bring waste and destruction down on a group that really and truly deserved it. In fact, the thoughts had been brought on because he thought he had caught a whiff of the Pitt coming from the border, and had begun to make his way over, anger bubbling in his chest.
Instead of a Pittian, however, he came upon Ghost. The strange creature caused Aurum to recoil at first, especially since he had thought they were a Pittian, but when he opened his jaws and scented again, he was greeted by a cacophony of strange scents. None of them seemed strong enough to be a proper home, which put the lion at ease, although not as much as he would've liked. After all, they were still a strange mantis beast standing right in front of him, and he didn't know what their intentions were. He opened his mouth to question them, intrigued by the bowing motion, but suddenly they were moving again. He took a step back, his pelt raised, but found himself relaxing when they completed their motion, gesturing to their mouth in an effort to communicate that they couldn't speak. His one eye darted down to the paper that was handed over, very slowly looking over the writing there. He usually had no issues with reading, but the presence of the bug creature was still unnerving, and it reminded him of the last rather large bug creature that had come and taken Roy away from him. Thankfully, they seemed friendly, and if their paper was anything to go by, they were just interested in commerce.
Tail flicking slowly behind him, Aurum lifted his gaze to meet Ghost's cold and empty one, resisting the shiver that tried to worm its way down his spine. He spoke calmly once he finally opened his mouth, his voice a deep rumble, "You do... map making? That's certainly an interesting skill, considering how much things seem to change out there." He gestured vaguely with a paw towards the uncharted lands, which seemed to constantly be shifting whenever he left the territory – even though he knew that it was impossible for that to be the case. He then said, a soft hum leaving him as he glanced back towards the main town, "I don't believe I'll be having a need for your services, but that doesn't mean other tanglers won't... I'm Aurum. It's a pleasure to meet you, regardless of if I need a map or not." Seeing as he flew most everywhere and knew where the four main groups were, he didn't really see a purpose in grabbing himself a map. However, his clanmates that were more locked down to the ground probably wouldn't refuse such a thing.
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— Reggan