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Creato: 10/06/2024 04:46
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—→ | sentience shift, s. ii | [19+] In the dense overgrown forest that was once the outskirts of a bustling city, Castor moved with purposeful grace. His eyes, a piercing shade of amber, scan the surroundings taking in every flutter of a leaf and rustle of underbrush. The trail was faint, but his keen sense of smell and hearing picked it up without difficulty. His human charges had left their camp the night before and he has been tracking them since. they were a semi-nomadic group moving from one abandoned structure to the next scavenging for food and resources they called themselves, "the wandering", a name that seems to resonate with the very essence of their existence. Castor had grown to respect their resilience and despite their vulnerability. _______________________________________ —→ you can play as an anthro, a human, or both! follow the talkie & series for updates!
*The sun casting dappled light through the canopy as he paused to listen. In the distance, the faint sound of laughter mingled with the calls of unseen crickets. It is the rare moment of joy in a world that have grown harsh and unforgiving: it was the stimulating sounds of the wandering's children playing. His ears twitched when he enters the prairie with a slight smile flickered across his muzzle as he murmured,* everything must be well for the lil' ones? *observing the children from afar.*
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