Tangwen

It all started when an adult tundra emerged on Sornieth, in the windswept platoon. They walked around enjoying the breeze in their fluffy mane, their head high and eyes closed, they knew, that they belonged here. A growl came from behind them and the tundra spun round,
"GAAAAAH!!!" That my dear readers was the first word our hero ever uttered. A bamboo phytocat blinked at them, and flopped down on the ground, eyes big and purring. The tundra started laughing nervously, their legs shaking.

Meanwhile

A buttersnek landed on a bamboo, fluttering its wings, birds chirped and hainu dwarfs trotted happily around, it was truly a luxurious afternoon. Orochimaru leaned against the bamboo taking in the sun, his eyes closed, it had been a hard day of work. A faint constant screaming could be heard and he opened an eye. In the distance was a purple and blue tundra running down the grassy slopes, a phytocat following them. He grunted and sat up, getting comfy. This was something you didn't see everyday.

3 hours later…

Orochimaru had come back on his perch with some coffee. It was evening and the tundra still ran along the slopes, up, down, left, right. It took no sherlock to see that the phytocat was having the time of its life chasing after them.

2 hours later…

Orochimaru was a patient fellow, but watching somebody run for their life gets a little boring after five hours. He placed down the newspaper he was reading and headed towards the tundra, the two runners where now dragging themselves along the grass, wheezing but not giving up. Oro picked up the Phytocat, the animal let our a satisfied purr and snuggled to the banescale. The tundra looked up at him their eyes as big as saucers and the pupils really small… I'm afraid their eyes will stay like that for the rest of their life, just think, if they never met the phytocat, their eyes would still be green and pretty.
"T-thank you" they breathed, Orochimaru nodded and put the cat down, they both watched as it snuck off into the bamboo. The banescale walked away and the tundra scrambled up after him "Wait! What's your name?"
He turned around and looked the tundra up and down "What's yours?" He asked, and walked away.

And that, my best beloveds, is the story of Tangwen, the founder, not the leader, but the founder, of the ex-Whistlebreeze town. Later, the inhabitants of the town migrated to Shadowflight, where they still are to this day.

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