It's a simple equation of wr[O]ng versus right, it's Madness I tell you!

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    Umlaut chirped at the birds. It was that January day, cold but not snowing. Some form of sun, but not sunny. Grey skies, yet not raining - although it was threatening. Yes, it was barely playing weather! Chirp. Chirp chirp. Twittering at the birds all day long, simple words, he'd only picked up so far. It was still fun though. Sat on some grass, looking up at a tree. He wished he could fly away, far, far away, from Skull, the screams he'd heard through the evening. Ah well. There could be change - others made the switch to BoneClan, and Umlaut could do the same. He had the choice. Scythe would probably make a great enemy of him, even though he was his son, an empowered, but he had the choice. Probably, at least...

    Being out on a good walk always make Omorthan relax. To the truth, he can find his job hard and stressful, with the yelling and begging of slaves that he guard, and as well as the night he took away from the sleeping. Staying up all night wasn't fun at all. Never has it been. The walk, with the fresh smell, all seemed to combine the loving potion of making him relax.


    Giving time, he took a slow walk, one that he didn't need to worry about. Why, he was inside the territory of new Skulls, and the Cave Warden knew he could be safe. A chirp followed by another made his ears twitched at the sound. Curious, he walked over, hiding behind a bushy bush, looking at the cat. Before then, he would have barge into the scene. but he never felt like that today. After a few moment of watching, Omorthan push through the bush.


    "Hey."