03-21-2018, 10:01 AM
Valentino was not the only one attempting to leave his past behind. The majority of the Typhoon's denizens were outcasts, rejected by the world beyond the island that the ships had ran aground on. Georgie had explicitly admitted that she had been unable to find people that would accept her as one of them, and though Papercutter himself had not examined any location other than the Typhoon (as that was the only one who served his interests), he got the feeling that he would not fit in very well anywhere else.
The jackal traipsed back towards the ship, a bundle of some kind of yellow herb- he couldn't remember what it was called- gripped in his jaws. Hunting with a bad leg was impractical, but gathering plants from the outer rings of the rainforest required little in the way of dexterity or flexibility, while still allowing him to be useful in some way. Noticing the tiger staring off into space, however, he frowned (insomuch as he could with his mouth full).
He could've sworn he recognized a sense of self-hatred in the tiger's eyes, even though he didn't know the other creature at all.
On one hand, the tiger likely wanted to be left alone, so that he had some space to brood over whatever it is he was brooding over. On the other hand, perhaps he would appreciate a distraction from the darkness shrouding his mind. Paper tended towards the former, himself, but the latter still worked for him on occasion.
After a moment, the jackal nodded to himself, and cautiously approached the tiger. "Ha'nt seen ye," he began, only to realize that his words were muffled by the vegetation he carried in his mouth. Setting down the herbs, he repeated, "Haven't seen you around before. What's your name?" If it turned out the tiger wanted to be left alone, then he'd probably say so, and that would be that.
The jackal traipsed back towards the ship, a bundle of some kind of yellow herb- he couldn't remember what it was called- gripped in his jaws. Hunting with a bad leg was impractical, but gathering plants from the outer rings of the rainforest required little in the way of dexterity or flexibility, while still allowing him to be useful in some way. Noticing the tiger staring off into space, however, he frowned (insomuch as he could with his mouth full).
He could've sworn he recognized a sense of self-hatred in the tiger's eyes, even though he didn't know the other creature at all.
On one hand, the tiger likely wanted to be left alone, so that he had some space to brood over whatever it is he was brooding over. On the other hand, perhaps he would appreciate a distraction from the darkness shrouding his mind. Paper tended towards the former, himself, but the latter still worked for him on occasion.
After a moment, the jackal nodded to himself, and cautiously approached the tiger. "Ha'nt seen ye," he began, only to realize that his words were muffled by the vegetation he carried in his mouth. Setting down the herbs, he repeated, "Haven't seen you around before. What's your name?" If it turned out the tiger wanted to be left alone, then he'd probably say so, and that would be that.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo