Richard was on the prowl, finally freed from his month of isolation. A whole month without the forest, it had felt like torture to him to be away for so long. The lazy wind blowing through the trees, the occasional sighting of rabbit and deer, the freedom from prying eyes... He was glad to find a majority of the area unchanged, retaining its peaceful purity, but something was ticking him off...
Over the summer months it would seem that vast quantities of graffiti had taken residence upon many of the larger trees such as; "Ian rules," "Call this number for a good time; *********," and a revolting slew of names with hearts around them. He couldn't help but furrow his brow as he chewed absentmindedly on a strip of overpoweringly strong coffee flavoured gum.
His frown only grew darker as he found his favourite tree defaced, the words; "JH + LB 4 EVA <3" carved into the bark. Without even a second of thinking he extended his sloth-bear like claws and neigh eviscerated the poorly etched phrases. He drew a claw on his other hand and sat himself down, scratching the little brown flakes out from the behind his claws so as to prevent splinters. With that done the short man retracted his claws, reached under his scarf, and pulled out a thick book bound in brown leather, the front of which read; "History of Human-Faunus Relations."
This was a subject, being from fairly off the grid during his early years, Richard had never really felt the need to learn about. Wouldn't really help him in his hunting, just a boring book... but alas, it would seem the library need a restock. He'd read just about everything that could remotely hold his interest. He guessed it couldn't hurt to know what others had been through, granted he was fortunate in that his trait was far less noticeable than other people's.
With a yawn and a sigh he relaxed and reclined against the tree, sat below the markings he had scratched out and stared down at the open book in his lap. Might as well see why so many people are at each other's throats... who knows, maybe I'll find a way to use their anger. Though bigots are usually idiots so I don't know what use they'll be.
Over the summer months it would seem that vast quantities of graffiti had taken residence upon many of the larger trees such as; "Ian rules," "Call this number for a good time; *********," and a revolting slew of names with hearts around them. He couldn't help but furrow his brow as he chewed absentmindedly on a strip of overpoweringly strong coffee flavoured gum.
His frown only grew darker as he found his favourite tree defaced, the words; "JH + LB 4 EVA <3" carved into the bark. Without even a second of thinking he extended his sloth-bear like claws and neigh eviscerated the poorly etched phrases. He drew a claw on his other hand and sat himself down, scratching the little brown flakes out from the behind his claws so as to prevent splinters. With that done the short man retracted his claws, reached under his scarf, and pulled out a thick book bound in brown leather, the front of which read; "History of Human-Faunus Relations."
This was a subject, being from fairly off the grid during his early years, Richard had never really felt the need to learn about. Wouldn't really help him in his hunting, just a boring book... but alas, it would seem the library need a restock. He'd read just about everything that could remotely hold his interest. He guessed it couldn't hurt to know what others had been through, granted he was fortunate in that his trait was far less noticeable than other people's.
With a yawn and a sigh he relaxed and reclined against the tree, sat below the markings he had scratched out and stared down at the open book in his lap. Might as well see why so many people are at each other's throats... who knows, maybe I'll find a way to use their anger. Though bigots are usually idiots so I don't know what use they'll be.
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