SPOILERS! When Shiro was presumed dead, team voltron entered a faulty wormhole, that had scattered them all across the galaxies. Keith had been ejected out of the castle without red lion, who was at the moment damaged, therefore making them unabl...
Over this three years, I have been adapting to this planet, and it's people.
I had realized that I have become more patient, and tolerant. I have been frequently going to Mother Bada's home for guidance whenever I needed help. She has been like a mother to me, and I am grateful every single day.
I had not forgotten my friends from the paladins of Voltron. However it's scaring me that I can barely remember their faces. All I remember of one of them, is the silhouette of their faces. I made sure to remember their names though, and every time I forget, I go to mother Bada to remind me.
I had really grown used to my new....appearance. It was hard at first, with y'know....furry body, improved hearing, improved eyesight, claws, long tail, sharp teeth, enhanced speed, more endurance, I had also learned to run on all fours, which was much faster than running on two. I almost blinded myself once whilst trying to kill a rock garbler for food while in a dark cave. As soon as I touched that thing, it lit up like a lighthouse in my eyeballs. Furry assholes, all of them.
As well as getting used to my appearance, I had become the messenger for the two sides of the planet, they had formed an alliance thanks to now being able to communicate. One side of the this planet has two entirely different climates, as well as species for these two sides. The side I had landed on, was covered in deserts and was dry, hot, and had reptilian species that are meant to stand the scorching heat of that side of the planet.
The other side, was freezing cold, and the species on that side was covered in fur, and built to stand the cold, as well as thick snow that covered the ground. The two main species on the two sides, the Sha-emo, and the loon-mog, are enable to communicate, because they would either freeze to death, or die of dehydration. The only way they even knew about one another, was because of Mother Bada.
I had become the messenger for the two sides, well, the two main species. I would be the median for communication for them, and currently, I am traveling to the Loon-mog's city.
I pulled the collar of my tattered dark red robes closer to my head, and pulled up my fabric mask up to my nose. My ears have folded close to my head long ago, and my tail hugged around my body closely, it is freezing. Even with my thick purple fur, this blizzard I am walking through is making the chilling wind unbearably cold.
"GRRAA!" I heard a familiar roar through the defining winds of the cold. I looked up towards the sounds source, and there I saw Molta, he was the one who met me halfway to the city, and took my tired body the rest of the way on his back.
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"Molta!" I yelled out, he grumbled something in his language that I didn't quite understand, he then walked over to me, and said in the common language of this world. "Come little purple furball, I shall help you the rest of the way." He plucked me from the snowy ground, and let me rest on his back as he bounded through the snow with ease.
