08-25-2020, 06:27 PM
When he had died, all of Nicabar's senses had been occupied by that of the Pitt. He saw a pittian, smelled the stench of the desert group, felt the bite as it began to go for his throat and heard nothing but the screams coming from the confused souls in his body. It seemed as though all but one had found it devastating that he'd been killed in such a manner, and the one seemed to enjoy it. Names were not known to Nicabar, but he still tried. It seemed as though they were barred from telling him the truth though, who they were and why they were there, so he had simply give up on trying to get answers from them. It was possible he could do so using outside sources.
Nicabar had found things that some had enjoyed but others hadn't, and when he'd found an old garden that was destroyed by a home in Tanglewood, one had almost overwhelmed him with joy, so he'd continue. Digging through the weeds and looking over the dead plants that had long since been rooted up and slashed with claws, the male began to clear the way for new plants, flowers and foods that all of tanglewood could enjoy. "speech"
Nicabar had found things that some had enjoyed but others hadn't, and when he'd found an old garden that was destroyed by a home in Tanglewood, one had almost overwhelmed him with joy, so he'd continue. Digging through the weeds and looking over the dead plants that had long since been rooted up and slashed with claws, the male began to clear the way for new plants, flowers and foods that all of tanglewood could enjoy. "speech"
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