The day was going to set for the night along the edges of Roraldi. The sun hung low, and while there still remained a few hours before blackout, it was time to do the rounds and to make sure everything had gone according to plan for the day.
The golden Placid made her way through the small clearing they called home.
Roraldi was home to countless creatures, with most being smaller mammals, like the Tali. Amongst those, though, were also just a handful of Paragon. While they weren't officially a clan of any kind, they had stuck together for a very long time. They were a peaceful pack of Paragon, and they lived together by mutually helping each other. There were few threats within Roraldi, but there were times when the bigger prey would try to attack them. While they weren't seasoned fighters, the Paragon of this small group knew how to work together and how to protect each other.
The clearing was quiet, with a gorgeous view to the sunset. The Placid got caught up in the sights for a moment before heading towards the trees and then into a small hole into the ground. It was a small hole that had been dug out by the Paragon themselves; it went a long way down, and it could only fit one adult Paragon comfortably. More than that, and the two would be trying to fight for space before getting to what was being preserved underground: food.
The golden Placid made her way through the small clearing they called home.
Roraldi was home to countless creatures, with most being smaller mammals, like the Tali. Amongst those, though, were also just a handful of Paragon. While they weren't officially a clan of any kind, they had stuck together for a very long time. They were a peaceful pack of Paragon, and they lived together by mutually helping each other. There were few threats within Roraldi, but there were times when the bigger prey would try to attack them. While they weren't seasoned fighters, the Paragon of this small group knew how to work together and how to protect each other.
The clearing was quiet, with a gorgeous view to the sunset. The Placid got caught up in the sights for a moment before heading towards the trees and then into a small hole into the ground. It was a small hole that had been dug out by the Paragon themselves; it went a long way down, and it could only fit one adult Paragon comfortably. More than that, and the two would be trying to fight for space before getting to what was being preserved underground: food.