By not playing Toxic for a few days I've seen to hit a small point with him where a lot of the recent things happening have hit him pretty hard. He's depressed, lonely and more than anything he misses the friends he has made in the forest. I'm terribly sorry to those who were trying to interact with him when he was there (He still is actually) but my mind was in two different spots at that point in time.

I wasn't ignoring anyone, but I am in a major RP at this point in time and being on 2 different computers is hard to work with. Little random story behind the Screenshot however.

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In his wake, Toxic found himself at the rocky area of the Playgrounds. The hopes of coming on to find his friends were blinded by a growing fear. That growing fear overwhelmed him and his quickness made him bolt, without a second to spare, in a leap, he almost crashed into a tree but skidded and that wound on his leg broke open once again. In his rush, Toxic had dove past the pond, splashing water up as he went and soon he came to a rest at the large Oak Tree, the center hollowed out to provide many deer with shelter.

Panting some he bellowed for a moment before moving outside, and finding a smaller, more private section of the Oaks bark, he shoved himself back inside. Collapsing on down in a heap as he tried to collect himself. It was uncommon to see the stag in such a panic, but here he was. And really, with his wound being as severe as it was, it had grown to get a very vile yellow paste like substance over it. Clear signs of an infection starting to grow.

"W-Where are you m-my friends? Please... I-I don't want to be alone..." His mellow voice was something that drifted out as Toxic just simply... curled up, allowing a soft slumber to take the place of a troubled heart and that slowly dimming fear.

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