11-28-2020, 02:10 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
As a few others began to gather around, Roan felt a crooked grin form on his muzzle, glad that this particular event seemed to be gaining traction. After all, it wouldn't be very fun to play tag without a bunch of people to do it with. Once most of the crowd seemed ready, the tabby let his tail flick from side to side behind him, grabbing their attention once more as he announced, "Alright, I think we're ready to start! Remember, the rules are simple. Run around the beach, try not to get caught, and try to grab feathers off of others. Oh, and try not to be too rough. I really don't want to be treating any injuries from this, alright? Now... go!" As soon as he said "go," the soothsayer watched as those before him scattered off in various different directions. He waited only a moment before doing the same, making sure that the band around his waist was suitably tight before he went sprinting off down the edge of the beach.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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