[private] gold cage; hostage to my feelings; tamlin

[Tamlin]

For most of Tamlin’s life, he had not thought about how wolves are not exactly native to the jungle. At least, not the grey wolves he had taken to hanging out with since his powers manifested. His pack had ‘moved in’ when they were attracted to him one day and it was only recently that this intelligent stallion pieced together why they usually hung out on the edges of Tephra. They didn’t like it! A truly distressing notion for someone who basically only had wolves for friends. This evening, in an effort to see where they preferred to hang out, he was following them. Lightly stalking, if you will. He flew above them in the sky, trailing behind them as they inevitably moved away from the humid world he called home. As a failing of his own biology, when darkness began to set in he had to abandon the pursuit and land for a rest and that is when he saw some glowing by the river. Like the catfish she had ensnared, the fireflies drew Tamlin in. He folded his mis-matched wings against his side as he approached, not feeling any sense of cautiousness to deter him. Maybe if Tamlin hadn’t made a habit of hanging around with wolves he would find the sight stranger than he did. Of course it was definitely strange but it wasn’t repulsive, more on the amusing side of strange. He tilted his head to the side the way a curious pup might, a bright grin lit up his warm brown eyes. She seemed to have paused upon his approach, so Tamlin stepped a little closer and eyed the impressive catfish. “Well, don’t let me interrupt. That’s a pretty big snack you got there.” t a m l i n

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@[Celina]