06-19-2018, 10:37 AM
//his notebook dedicated to his research on fear has been scattered everywhere for everyone to see, in short
what he writes in there can range from detailed descriptions to short, stupid things that seemingly everyone would naturally know
also it's the book he used for when he killed his sisters but y'know
Ska'arq had never once imagined that this would be the outcome of this trip as he stepped outside. The book now strapped around his ankle was more fragile than most. It had seen the most turmoil. In fact, he had been going out in search of repair methods. Nobody could have predicted the sudden gust of wind catching him on his left, bringing the beast to stumble sideways. The root that snagged the strap around his ankle was all it took.
The restraining element was torn from the yank, and Ska'arq hit the ground. Nonchalantly he stood up, searching for where the notebook could have gone when he paused. Its binding had come undone. All of the hand-crafted pages were scattered across the breeze, rolling this way and that in the ever changing breeze. His research on fear. All of it, all of his efforts, were going to waste. The situation was dire. He began to move unusually swiftly in an attempt to collect his belongings.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSwhat he writes in there can range from detailed descriptions to short, stupid things that seemingly everyone would naturally know
also it's the book he used for when he killed his sisters but y'know
Ska'arq had never once imagined that this would be the outcome of this trip as he stepped outside. The book now strapped around his ankle was more fragile than most. It had seen the most turmoil. In fact, he had been going out in search of repair methods. Nobody could have predicted the sudden gust of wind catching him on his left, bringing the beast to stumble sideways. The root that snagged the strap around his ankle was all it took.
The restraining element was torn from the yank, and Ska'arq hit the ground. Nonchalantly he stood up, searching for where the notebook could have gone when he paused. Its binding had come undone. All of the hand-crafted pages were scattered across the breeze, rolling this way and that in the ever changing breeze. His research on fear. All of it, all of his efforts, were going to waste. The situation was dire. He began to move unusually swiftly in an attempt to collect his belongings.
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !