The Slums weren't exactly the type of place you'd expect to find such a creature as a Wilt Florana, particularily one who'd taken a vow of peace in his past, and yet here Tac was, flying along in this mess of a city, where all sorts of less-than-honest creatures could be found. The only good thing about this place was that there weren't many plants- instead, he could land on something already dead or inanimate, like a rooftop, for example. And this was exactly what he did- slowly, he came to a stop on top of what was perhaps once some sort of apartment building, but had long ago become a mess that, by the standards of any other town in Barakka, probably would've been condemned and demolished by now. But it could hold his weight, so he didn't really care. Slowly, he stared out over the town from his viewpoint, and found himself distracted by the mess of thoughts that now populated his head, ever since he'd learned what his new evolution meant.
He always had, and, hopefully, always would love nature, and had long ago made a promise to himself that he would be peaceful for life, never hurting anyone or anything alive, except the plants he needed to eat for survival. This had been easy enough for a while, and he had eventually gone into his coccoon for a while, emerging only recently. But then, he had learned something. Now, every plant he touched would die. He had been cursed, and he didn't know why- one thing he did know, however, was that he couldn't get rid of it. He had broken his promise on accident, the first time he'd discovered his curse- now, he was never going to land on any live plant again, not even simple grass, to avoid disobeying his vow once more. To others, it might seem silly, but it meant a lot to him- enough to bring him to the Slums, a place that most others would try their hardest to avoid.
(Tacitus: 1/5)
