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"I have been coming out of my cage..." A colorful Tahtll slipped past the barrow in the rock cliff from the inside of the mountain of the dark tribe. Eyes habitually turned toward the center of the mountain and where the theater sat nestled contently. Scorn reflected harshly in his gaze, a breath released the Tahtll's maw, a purple and gold tail whipped with distaste.
" and I have been doing just fine." Lament spoke turning his attention back ahead of him. Orange paws perused him past the thresh-hold of his sleeping place.

"Aint that right, Mr. Brightside?" Left the moody Tahtll, as he turned to look over his shoulder over to the albino bolf, that just like his silvery shadow followed behind him.

*Bark* Left Mr. Brightside, as he pawed his way closer to his troubled friend.

They had no idea, what -they- where missing out on....NO IDEA! Mark his words, they where going to be sorry for not choosing him. He could be more gifted, why look at the marvel that dangled at his wings and claws. He was an ARTIST! Sure, he didn't get well with cubs, so what if that was 'the whole point of making toys'.....and perhaps he had 'too much' on his plate already and It would be 'unfair' to give him all the work, though he was perfectly capable of handling all of it! Why? Because he himself was a masterpiece!

Turning his head, Lament looked over to see his his white bolf follow behind him.

"You do know just what to say." Lament smiled to his bat-wolf like friend, he always knew what to say. whether it was just how the bark or 'growl' left the light one's maw, it was reassuring all the same.

Mr. Brightside was after all the only good thing, from him not being chosen as the 'toy-maker'. Weaver curse the position.