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Post by halfkat101 on Oct 30, 2012 21:59:52 GMT -5
Raac looked around the woods as he walked about, his bad slung over his shoulder. The small, young tom was frail, with little provisions with him, a few bites of bread, and yet he was peaceable and relaxed- because he knew the gods would grant him food if they desired it. He had seen cats among the streets offering many talents for shillings, of which he had none of course. Possession... they where a sin for sure unless needed to survive or earned through work for the gods. Being around all those cats, greed, lust, envy all those deadly sins against the gods around him had made him almost feint at the severity of it. Was his goal to purify this land? If so, what a task the gods had chosen for him, for at the moment it seemed close to impossible... but he would do it, for the gods had sent him help- they had sent him Godsent... Haven- well, he wanted him to always call him by the name of 'Snow' which clearly matched his pelt, which as fresh snow with blood red eyes. It had been a sure sign of the gods. Since that fateful meeting, Raac had really yet to get to know anyone personally, but he liked it. He couldn't bear any more sin, or he would surely die just by being sinful by exposure... So he had took to the routes of the forest around him, because perhaps they would offer him solace and answer his questions a many about this new land so foreign to him- with cats that, although just like him, where like species from another darker realm he had never hoped to pad upon.
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