DYING WILL BE LIKE WAKING FROM A DREAM → joiner

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IT MUST BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN

When Moth had first joined the swamp dwelling group, she had hated the mud and the muck. It had been clear on her face that she would rather be anywhere but there in the swamp, but she had found home in the territory, had found that she eventually got used to how dirty her feet would always be and how the area surrounding the town that they called home always seemed to be wet. She couldn't say she had ever fallen in the swamp though. Of course she'd been attacked here and fallen into stuff then, she'd been caught in a trap once even, but never just simply slipped and fallen.

She heard speaking at the border and came forth, eyes scanning the scene before her, a small smile creeping onto the reaper's maw as she looked towards the stranger. "If anything hurts, let me know, I hope your fall wasn't too harsh." It wasn't that hard to figure out if someone fell in the swamp luckily, but there was enough mud to break falls. It was the roots and twigs sticking up from the mud that was the issue most of the time. "My name's Moth, and as was mentioned before it's drier near town. If you're here to join I'd suggest following us to get cleaned off before the mud dries and cakes." If she wasn't here to join then Moth wasn't sure what to do, considering the other didn't smell of any group that Moth knew.

MOTH KINGMAKER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI - BIO

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