Track the cat
As she flipped to skim through the pages a little quick but not to fast so she’ll won’t get a paper cut and found an interesting title of the one and hundredth page called, “The Originals”. Bucket head then proceeded to focused in-but a little to hard, nevertheless she reads the first letter of the page and it says—
The Originals
They were known by many names, many variations and many historical records of their importance and significance. Unlike the Pogolians, The originals are a race of creatures that looked a lot similar to Pogolian like creatures-but they seem far different than they appear.
Most common differences between the two is their appearing more light’n dark like colors (Like brass) and they don’t possess any form of gills when their baby’s, which is commonly seen in most tadren (baby/young Pogolians), they’ve also gain an extra web finger unlike others with four web fingers. It’s a mystery why do these species of race needed 5 instead of four.
Mysteriously a majority of these Species of race are varied and scattered due to… reasons, But Many dwell with the Pogolian race unto this day, and some cases, even breed have families together.
Though allegedly, some bare a spark of light by not only on their eyes but to even their chest in most cases; it’s described to being holy, comfortable, relaxing and even made many felt safe, while others described the emitting rays of light as agony, pain and even the feeling of devastation. They can even do such miracles/unexplained things with it and Some even said it’s their source of power that reside within them.“ThEiR SoUls”
But of course, this is only just a legend. A Playground rumor, tip’n gossips and etc…There is a lack of evidence and sources that suggests any of such “hidden powers” or said evidence. Though one explanation can be made that maybe some light sources in far land distances must’ve reflected on their clothing and or eyes.
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Bucket head felt oddly nervous for a while there, but she seemed to be also kinda sucked into it. it seems to be hyper focusing on this book and doesn’t wanna look away! (She began to wonder what is her identity, what race is she?). Caught off guard, she jumped with her eyes widen and her bucket went up and down while her breast bounced in quick succession-ish as the sudden sounds of rocks pounding into each other began to echo through the room, and it’s coming from that pot hole over on the left-bottom of the room. bucket head in fear, cover her whole face with a book like a shield, pressing on her whole face!
What should she do or not do?
Just ignore it and find your identity girl!
Save the book and investigate the source of the noise ‼️ 🕳️ ‼️
In panic, Do a battle stance.. on fours like an animal?.. (Intimidation)
Maybe try sleeping over it?…