THE ONLY THOUGHT THAT THE SILENCE TRIGGERS
The Starlit male was so tired of being alone. He had washed up here many moons ago, lasting a whole winter by himself. He needed socialization, a home. His wings carried him as he made his way through the sky. Which would he choose? Hawthorne sounded terrifying, Tarben and Amaya were both within laws of gender siding. So many were crippled from the plague. He sighed against the wind, before a call beckoned him forward. Dawnshire was seeking new members, offering homes and chances and rankings.
This was a huge step for him, the kind hearted boy flew towards the area, landing with ease in the clearing. He stepped forward, a smile on his sweet face. "I am Star." He spoke, dipping his head. "I’m a Starborne, flexible with combat, hunting, whatever I would be needed for. I would simply like a home to call my own." He spoke with a smile before sitting down, his wings folding onto his back. He had always been a family man, a kind soul. He missed his old home, his parents and siblings but had no way of returning.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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OH, I KNOW I MADE A FOOL OF US ALL
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