11-17-2020, 12:50 AM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Tanglewood needed a bit of a reprieve lately. It was no surprise that the entire group wasn't exactly feeling great as of late, forced to deal with both the Wanderers and the slowing of their entire lives because of the takeover. The trickle in of joiners or visitors was essentially nonexistent, giving most of them the impression that there was no chance of their escape or success as a group. Aurum had to admit that even he had his moments of doubt, curled up in his house staring out the window as if he could somehow teleport all the way to The Typhoon on his own. However, the former proxy also knew that they couldn't give up hope. The moment they gave up hope, they were done for, and that was something that the lion outright refused to let happen. It was because of this that he had found his spirits brightening slightly when snow began to fall from the sky that morning, raining down slowly onto the swamp. It was one of the first snowfalls of the year, and it was a magical moment, even if it only represented a small reprieve of wonder in their current terrible situation. It was because of that reprieve that Aurum had come up with an idea, meant to lift everyone's spirits.
Once the snowfall had slowed down to a crawl, the angel had made his way out of his house, beginning to gather up most of the snow into large piles with his paws and broad strokes of his wings. It took him an hour or two, but he had eventually managed to form two large forts near the middle of camp, along with a decent supply of snowballs sitting near them in piles. It was the perfect environment for a snowball fight, something that would hopefully put a smile on any participant's face. Not only that, but it might come in handy, giving them some battle practice without outright training in the open. Sure, snowball fights weren't a one to one conversion with actual raids, but they did teach strategy at the very least. So, the large lion flew over to one of the snow towers, settling himself onto it before he cleared his throat and called out, "Hey, Tanglers! Who's up for a good old fashioned snowball fight? I think that we deserve a bit of a break, at least for a while..." He didn't see many Wanderers nearby, and those that were earned a sharp and vicious glare from the lion himself, so hopefully they wouldn't be bothered. If they were, he'd be sure to personally dump a pile of snow on the head of the one that interrupted. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
Once the snowfall had slowed down to a crawl, the angel had made his way out of his house, beginning to gather up most of the snow into large piles with his paws and broad strokes of his wings. It took him an hour or two, but he had eventually managed to form two large forts near the middle of camp, along with a decent supply of snowballs sitting near them in piles. It was the perfect environment for a snowball fight, something that would hopefully put a smile on any participant's face. Not only that, but it might come in handy, giving them some battle practice without outright training in the open. Sure, snowball fights weren't a one to one conversion with actual raids, but they did teach strategy at the very least. So, the large lion flew over to one of the snow towers, settling himself onto it before he cleared his throat and called out, "Hey, Tanglers! Who's up for a good old fashioned snowball fight? I think that we deserve a bit of a break, at least for a while..." He didn't see many Wanderers nearby, and those that were earned a sharp and vicious glare from the lion himself, so hopefully they wouldn't be bothered. If they were, he'd be sure to personally dump a pile of snow on the head of the one that interrupted. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan