October 2nd, 1895 — Fangworth’s Thestral Stock Stables

Tobias didn't typically bother much with other people. Prog though, Prog he liked. Even if the man was the unbearably cheerful type. What was there in life to be so cheerful about, Tobias often wondered. He was back from a long trip he had taken away on an expedition. He had arrived back in the country a couple of days ago but had to check in with various people and settle some things before having a more leisurely time of it.

Transforming into his hawk form, he flew over to where the families thestral stock were kept. Finding Progress easily enough, he circled the man once in bird form before fluidly shifting back to being human. "There are far too many people on this planet," he said as a greeting as he tossed a treat one of the thestrals way. He had been able to see them since long before becoming a Fangworth which was partly why he had been tasked with helping Progress when they had still been hiding him from the world to really sell "Edmunds" death.

Progress Fangworth

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Some thought it odd, but Progress rather enjoyed the physical aspects of his work. He liked brushing the thestrals' wings to keep them healthy. He even liked mucking the stables and spreading fresh hay for new bedding. It was as he was just finishing up with this that he spotted a familiar hawk circling above. It had been some time since he'd last seen Tobias, though they'd spent plenty of time together many years back.

There were so many Fangworth's coming and going that he often lost track of who was doing what and where. Tobias had been off... somewhere, though where and how long it had been, he hadn't the slightest. As the man transformed back from his animal form, Progress leaned on the stall's open gate with a grin. "Is that why you like being a bird?" He chuckled, pulling some loose strands of hay from his hair and beard. The rest of the muck and dirt and who else knew what covering his clothes was a lost cause.

  

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