07-11-2020, 04:53 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;text-align:justify; line-height: 110%;"]He was still very new to the group, and was wandering its paths. The territory was lush and full of life, its streams trickling, livestock chittering, members passing friendly greetings, and children laughing. Wren’s Sanctuary was lively. Not necessarily in the sense of a great number of people, as the group was small. But in terms of actual life. The plants were bright and lush, the livestock round and active, the people with a kind of hope in their eyes. It was the most life Osirus had seen in a long time.
It panned opposite to the facility he had been locked up in for 15 years. It’s colorless walls and floors, it’s defensive residents, and aggressive hierarchy. Even fun and laughter was shared in hushed tones, and walked on eggshells so much his feet grew sore. Here, light shone brightly and unabashedly, gifting warmth to all below it. It was promising.
Osirus approached a small group of members as he heard Faustus’ rumbling voice from the short distance he closed. ”I’ll help. I can collect supplies if you tell me what we need,” He offered, greeting the others with a tilt of his head.
It panned opposite to the facility he had been locked up in for 15 years. It’s colorless walls and floors, it’s defensive residents, and aggressive hierarchy. Even fun and laughter was shared in hushed tones, and walked on eggshells so much his feet grew sore. Here, light shone brightly and unabashedly, gifting warmth to all below it. It was promising.
Osirus approached a small group of members as he heard Faustus’ rumbling voice from the short distance he closed. ”I’ll help. I can collect supplies if you tell me what we need,” He offered, greeting the others with a tilt of his head.