silver dollar, golden flame / private

[COSMIIX]

STARK F.

MALE — SNOWBOUNDER — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #2E4053; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Stark didn't have much of a tragic story himself but he could recall moments that could be considered rather cruel, he still remembered being crushed by a building and then when someone had killed him only then to skin him of his own hide. It was odd but, Stark hadn't been one to judge especially since he had been of a warbound clan at the time so he knew of sick things like that so it wasn't all that bothering to him. Death was what had bothered himself, how everything felt empty and dark. The memory made him shiver and be grateful for breathing where he stood and not dead and six feet underground. He had once told himself if he was given a life then he might as well live to its full potential. Hm, romance was still new and familiar to him all the same. He liked someone but he didn't see them as often as he would like. He wasn't one to complain all that much either so, he made do with what he had and would try to force these feelings down. Bottle them up and throw them to the side until he needed them at the time.

The melanistic tiger would flick an ear with a lighter grin hearing her response "Good answer," He mused only to place her down after her small bout of laughter, it made a chuckle of his own escape him and he would blink at her deciding to reintroduce himself if she didn't recall meeting him "Stark Ferro, a pleasure."

#psychosocial.