07-16-2018, 01:27 PM
//OOC
Ska'arq was by no means a religious person. His life was dedicated to fact and reason. An all-powerful entity whose powers had never once been unleashed upon the world for all to see was beyond that fact and reason. To put it simply, the cold-blooded, stone-faced reptile did not believe in God. Yes, there were gods that lived right in Tanglewood. They existed right before him. They had strength and power. As did most everyone else. What made them so special?
Nonetheless, those who devoted their life and time to worship something that clearly didn't exist fascinated him. The dragon had been sitting around, a lump of misshapen glass held with bandaged hands. He had crafted it himself, but it wasn't what he wanted. He would have to melt it down and retry it - with more caution. His hands were now coated in burns.
When Zimavich opened his door, he turned his head to glance over. He seemed to be squatting over something. A book? Setting the glass lump in his jaws so he could shuffle over, he sat down behind the massive dog. He was mumbling in another language. A closer look revealed what looked like an odd and deformed Christian cross. "You worship God?" he spoke, gaze returning to the fluffy dog.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSSka'arq was by no means a religious person. His life was dedicated to fact and reason. An all-powerful entity whose powers had never once been unleashed upon the world for all to see was beyond that fact and reason. To put it simply, the cold-blooded, stone-faced reptile did not believe in God. Yes, there were gods that lived right in Tanglewood. They existed right before him. They had strength and power. As did most everyone else. What made them so special?
Nonetheless, those who devoted their life and time to worship something that clearly didn't exist fascinated him. The dragon had been sitting around, a lump of misshapen glass held with bandaged hands. He had crafted it himself, but it wasn't what he wanted. He would have to melt it down and retry it - with more caution. His hands were now coated in burns.
When Zimavich opened his door, he turned his head to glance over. He seemed to be squatting over something. A book? Setting the glass lump in his jaws so he could shuffle over, he sat down behind the massive dog. He was mumbling in another language. A closer look revealed what looked like an odd and deformed Christian cross. "You worship God?" he spoke, gaze returning to the fluffy dog.
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !