The fallen moved in silence; he had dragged himself from the clenches of the mist and swamp lands. A new terrain settled beneath his feet, one where the world was less dark and the foliage was abundant. Greener, brighter… more ethereal. It reminded him of his old home; The Garden of Eden held the same feelings at one point. Yet, he knew this was just a facade, there was no such thing as perfect in a world bathed in treachery and sin. He had been in a place where pain and misery did not exist, but… how boring was a place that was supposed to be paradise all the time? Where the only pain you felt was just in your head. A lingering growl would draw from his mouth, annoyance laced in the sound.
He moved through the hanging branches, catching tufts of fur that clung to the ends. His maw drew upward, grasping the fluff between his teeth. Soft against his tongue, sweet… like berries with a hint of oats. He would follow the trail of white until he would find the source, a female. Along her flank, presented what seemed a make-shift basket that was filled with other leaves. He presumed a healer of sorts. He wouldn’t mind having one in his clutches, especially with the various scraps he had managed to get in.
He would draw the branches back, pushing along until he was no longer hiding in the low-hanging twigs. He would present himself as less of a threat, just a passerby who was all too surprised that he had run into someone here.
“Morning.” His voice carried in a baritone octave, pushing further to the female, “Looking for anything particular?” He asked, momentarily drawing his gaze along her rump where the herbs were, “I can’t say I will be too helpful, but if you describe it - four eyes are better than two.”
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