Villager: Corosio
Villager Info
ID: #22731
Name: Corosio
Gender: Male
Location: Olde Foxbury
Born 9 years, 5 months ago
Career: Explorer
Owner: DeltaNine
Species: Cat
Color: Maine Coon
Buffs:House: FurCoin House
Career (View All)
About
Corosio Rederas, Log Entry 2.
I've been walking for a while, I think maybe a day or two. I lost track of the sun when I got to the forest and ended up tumbling down a hill. Nothing's broken, but it hurts.
I really wish I hadn't left that junkyard. I couldn't scrape up any supplies when I fled from the owner's sight, not that there was really much left. Still, I forgot food, and I don't know how long I'll be out here.
Log Entry 8.
Okay, turns out I was headed north. How do I know? There's a huge town just ahead. Lot of folks said it was north of the junkyard by about 40 or so miles. I just hope they have better food than smashing berries in my face.
Log Entry 9.
They didn't like me that much. Xenophobic jerkwads.
Log Entry 16.
I can see an old stone cabin out in the distance. No smoke, so no one's home. Or living there, hopefully. I just need somewhere to crash for maybe a week before I try and find a more permanent home.
Log Entry 17.
Turns out this place used to be a motel, but was abandoned after the owners couldn't profit. Not surprised it didn't get business, really, it's so remote and there's no trail passing by. Not to mention the sign's faded.
It's a huge building though. Came complete with a full kitchen and a half, plus separated rooms for up to 20 people.
Screw it. I'm staying here.
I've been walking for a while, I think maybe a day or two. I lost track of the sun when I got to the forest and ended up tumbling down a hill. Nothing's broken, but it hurts.
I really wish I hadn't left that junkyard. I couldn't scrape up any supplies when I fled from the owner's sight, not that there was really much left. Still, I forgot food, and I don't know how long I'll be out here.
Log Entry 8.
Okay, turns out I was headed north. How do I know? There's a huge town just ahead. Lot of folks said it was north of the junkyard by about 40 or so miles. I just hope they have better food than smashing berries in my face.
Log Entry 9.
They didn't like me that much. Xenophobic jerkwads.
Log Entry 16.
I can see an old stone cabin out in the distance. No smoke, so no one's home. Or living there, hopefully. I just need somewhere to crash for maybe a week before I try and find a more permanent home.
Log Entry 17.
Turns out this place used to be a motel, but was abandoned after the owners couldn't profit. Not surprised it didn't get business, really, it's so remote and there's no trail passing by. Not to mention the sign's faded.
It's a huge building though. Came complete with a full kitchen and a half, plus separated rooms for up to 20 people.
Screw it. I'm staying here.
