05-07-2020, 11:51 PM
☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —
It wasn't often that Aurum found himself watching the sky. The proxy of Tanglewood tried his best to avoid looking up at the sky too much, actually, for multiple reasons. When it was daytime, and the sky was filled with fluffy, rolling clouds, Aurum was reminded far too much of heaven, and the life that he had left behind. When it was nighttime, and the sky was filled with bright, glimmering stars, he found himself reminded of Torren, and Roy, and he wondered where the two boys had gone, his heart sinking lower and lower. Needless to say, the angel found it better not to focus on the high skies above, and instead focus on staying on the ground. Despite this, he had just happened to find himself watching the skies when the meteor had struck the Typhoon. The male hadn't been able to sleep, still plagued with nightmares and grief over the loss of his dear friend Feza, so he had decided to go out on his porch and just enjoy the cool breeze of the early morning, slash late night. Things had been going well for a while, until suddenly he saw a bright, blazing flash in the sky, far away but not far enough, heading straight for their neighbors. He hadn't had time to so much as wonder about it before there had been a crash, and the earth rumbled and quaked beneath him, groaning in protest. It had only been for a few moments, but Aurum had known one thing for sure – something was very wrong.
The next several hours after that had been spent gathering supplies. Aurum had figured it best to assume the worst, so he had tried to gather as much as he could for their island dwelling allies. Herbs and bandages were a given, but he also gathered plenty of prey and some cooked food, and had even dug through the junkyard for various pieces of wood and building materials, for rebuilding huts. By the time the lion had left, he had a huge basket of goods in his jaws, along with a bunch of wood tied around his neck. The fly over had hardly been the most comfortable in the world, but Aurum didn't care much, knowing it was for the greater good. On the way over, the proxy had almost thought that maybe he was overreacting, only to finally emerge over the horizon of The Typhoon to find his worst fears confirmed. The ground was split and cracked all over, water had flooded areas previously left dry, and many structures were toppled to the ground. Wincing, Aurum took a deep breath before he swooped downward, coming to land along the tracks of the land bridge. It was only a little while longer before he found his way to the gate, putting down his large basket of goods and removing the ties of wood from his neck. Once he had done so, he lifted himself up on his back legs, throwing his considerable weight against the bell and listening to its ringing echo out strongly. He didn't doubt that there were plenty of things for the pirates to be doing right now, but hopefully his interruption would be a welcome one.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.The next several hours after that had been spent gathering supplies. Aurum had figured it best to assume the worst, so he had tried to gather as much as he could for their island dwelling allies. Herbs and bandages were a given, but he also gathered plenty of prey and some cooked food, and had even dug through the junkyard for various pieces of wood and building materials, for rebuilding huts. By the time the lion had left, he had a huge basket of goods in his jaws, along with a bunch of wood tied around his neck. The fly over had hardly been the most comfortable in the world, but Aurum didn't care much, knowing it was for the greater good. On the way over, the proxy had almost thought that maybe he was overreacting, only to finally emerge over the horizon of The Typhoon to find his worst fears confirmed. The ground was split and cracked all over, water had flooded areas previously left dry, and many structures were toppled to the ground. Wincing, Aurum took a deep breath before he swooped downward, coming to land along the tracks of the land bridge. It was only a little while longer before he found his way to the gate, putting down his large basket of goods and removing the ties of wood from his neck. Once he had done so, he lifted himself up on his back legs, throwing his considerable weight against the bell and listening to its ringing echo out strongly. He didn't doubt that there were plenty of things for the pirates to be doing right now, but hopefully his interruption would be a welcome one.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan
