05-30-2018, 10:55 PM
//OOC
The odd reptilian had a tendency to keep to himself. Over time, he had accustomed to the somewhat foul scent of the marsh. Watching the natives gave him an idea of what was considered 'normal.' He'd claimed a run-down building for himself, using it to store the notebooks he wasn't using securely. With the numerous observations he often made, his spares were filling up fast. Without the crude hand-operated machinery made by his mother, he would have to find another way to make more. But until then, they still had space in them.
Ska'arq approached shortly after Morgan, having been drawn by the unfamiliar smell wafting through the trees. The coyote-sized dragon peered at the felines in an unsettling matter. His expression was set in stone, showing no signs of feeling. Someone was dead? Politics were a foreign concept to him. If these strangers were coming from one of the other groups to announce the death of someone, they must have been an important figure, but he didn't understand the purpose of making a funeral. His tail swished once. "This Starrynight figure is dead. It is as simple as that. There is no reason to celebrate such an occasion. Bury the corpse and be done with it." It seemed like a waste of time to do otherwise.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSThe odd reptilian had a tendency to keep to himself. Over time, he had accustomed to the somewhat foul scent of the marsh. Watching the natives gave him an idea of what was considered 'normal.' He'd claimed a run-down building for himself, using it to store the notebooks he wasn't using securely. With the numerous observations he often made, his spares were filling up fast. Without the crude hand-operated machinery made by his mother, he would have to find another way to make more. But until then, they still had space in them.
Ska'arq approached shortly after Morgan, having been drawn by the unfamiliar smell wafting through the trees. The coyote-sized dragon peered at the felines in an unsettling matter. His expression was set in stone, showing no signs of feeling. Someone was dead? Politics were a foreign concept to him. If these strangers were coming from one of the other groups to announce the death of someone, they must have been an important figure, but he didn't understand the purpose of making a funeral. His tail swished once. "This Starrynight figure is dead. It is as simple as that. There is no reason to celebrate such an occasion. Bury the corpse and be done with it." It seemed like a waste of time to do otherwise.
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !