|| Starter for @rubyguardian ||
It was pure whim that the black echidna had found his way to Angel Island; that always seemed to happen when he decided to go off on a walk to get out of the compound, to see something other than it’s steel walls and boring rooms. Not that he didn’t enjoy the company of his companions, but there were times that even he felt alienated among them.
And in those times, he always came here. Angel Island, even though he knew nothing of it before being released from his chamber, always felt like home. Something about the life of it sung at the same frequency as his soul.
It was comforting.
He continued to wander, taking in the striking beauty of the Island in silence, occasionally stopping to admire an animal or flower.