06-18-2018, 05:45 PM
//first development thread - more to come soon > w >
this thread is highkey going to be short-lived but i just needed to get this out there
The greatest mystery of Ska'arq's life had yet to be solved, despite all of his efforts. What was emotion? Why couldn't he feel any of it? Was he doing something wrong? His research helped, but it wasn't enough. What was it that he needed to do?
The library, perhaps, could help him learn more.
With a particularly neat stack of books nearby, the vibrant reptile could be found sitting in front of a renovated shelf. Many of the books were complex, some more than others, with the main focus being psychology. Surely, he thought, taking these home wouldn't warrant any form of punishment. It was a public place. Regardless, an open notebook was steadily being filled with notes as he flipped through weathered page and read faded words.
The reptile had finished skimming through the books and textbooks, placing them in the burlap sack he would use to take them home, when he accidentally bumped into the shelf behind him. Several books became dislodged and fell. One happened to land directly on his head, only the horns protruding from his nose keeping it from falling to the ground. Crossed eyes locked on the beat-up pages, he set his sack on the ground before removing the object and peering at it. The cover had been torn off, leaving the furled title page to take on the burden of protecting its contents.
Flipping through the fragile pages gently as to not tear them, Ska'arq sat back down as the words began to fill his head. Many characters he didn't recognize sprawled across roughly sketched diagrams and drawings, which captured his attention as he continued to read.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSthis thread is highkey going to be short-lived but i just needed to get this out there
The greatest mystery of Ska'arq's life had yet to be solved, despite all of his efforts. What was emotion? Why couldn't he feel any of it? Was he doing something wrong? His research helped, but it wasn't enough. What was it that he needed to do?
The library, perhaps, could help him learn more.
With a particularly neat stack of books nearby, the vibrant reptile could be found sitting in front of a renovated shelf. Many of the books were complex, some more than others, with the main focus being psychology. Surely, he thought, taking these home wouldn't warrant any form of punishment. It was a public place. Regardless, an open notebook was steadily being filled with notes as he flipped through weathered page and read faded words.
The reptile had finished skimming through the books and textbooks, placing them in the burlap sack he would use to take them home, when he accidentally bumped into the shelf behind him. Several books became dislodged and fell. One happened to land directly on his head, only the horns protruding from his nose keeping it from falling to the ground. Crossed eyes locked on the beat-up pages, he set his sack on the ground before removing the object and peering at it. The cover had been torn off, leaving the furled title page to take on the burden of protecting its contents.
Flipping through the fragile pages gently as to not tear them, Ska'arq sat back down as the words began to fill his head. Many characters he didn't recognize sprawled across roughly sketched diagrams and drawings, which captured his attention as he continued to read.
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !