10-24-2020, 12:59 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]It seemed as though as of late, there were many members of other groups on their borders. Torsten had met a dragon from one such group, scary and interesting all at once, so when the call from another member at the border came, Torsten quickly found his paws moving him forward towards the border, curiosity once again piqued. Let down a little bit by the appearance of the other - he was no dragon and thus not as interesting as others had been - he still found himself drawn forward by the words that Raymond spoke. "Tanglewood?" He had heard of the other group somewhere, but simply as something that they were not enemies with, "What's it like there?" He knew not of the swamp or the crater that was left there from a meteor long ago, just simply that it was a place that existed.
He dared not to answer the question that hung in the air of how they were doing, for the child wasn't too sure. Everything was amazing and there were no issues on his own end, but for all he knew there were attacks from places every day and they were horrible. At least he was well fed and had a nice dry bed to call his own at the end of the night, and his world didn't extend far from there.
He dared not to answer the question that hung in the air of how they were doing, for the child wasn't too sure. Everything was amazing and there were no issues on his own end, but for all he knew there were attacks from places every day and they were horrible. At least he was well fed and had a nice dry bed to call his own at the end of the night, and his world didn't extend far from there.