[h1]Tauro[/h1]

[b]November 18, 3:42 pm

West Commons[/b]
   
    
Tauro's massive head moved toward the voice, it being a familiar one. He sees Cotton Aries standing next to him, a crisp and rushed being that didn't take much time to appreciate the gift of life or this city. Tauro decided he will change that. Too many beings ran through their lives with hurry and ambition, often missing the little things. Cotton Aries would not be one of them. [b]"God-den, Cotton Aries, how lovely 'tis to see thou again. Come and sit with me and enjoy the children playing and breathe in the crisp air of this wonderful city."[/b] He moves over slightly, grabbing his staff, which was as tall as Cotton, and moves it to his other side; making a space for Cotton.