08-03-2018, 04:43 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]He wasn't sure where he was, or why he was here, but one thing was for sure--he had done his job. Their dimension was gone with the literal flick of a switch. It had been a long journey, but in the end, he had achieved what he had set out to do. They were freed of their corrupt selves. Yet he was here now, staring down at his new body, flexing the toes of his paws with a vaguely puzzled expression. Interesting.
He turns his head, surveying the area he had found himself in. For miles, golden sand occupied the space, the wind kicking it up and sending it flying in his direction. Shaking himself off, he stumbles forward a step, still uncertain about his new form. Nevertheless he continues, fumbling and awkwardly placing one paw in front of the other until he had built up a rhythm of sorts. He still wobbled, but at least it was something.
The Batter. That was his name, or at least what he went by. He was a savior, someone who purified wretched souls. He had done just that, but then why was he here? Were there other places that needed to be saved? He supposed he would find out soon enough, a sudden scent hitting his nose and making his four eyes blink. He was unaccustomed to having such a strong sense of smell.
Glancing around, he waits, though he isn't sure for what. Maybe just for something interesting to happen. Either way, he knew he had been sent here for a reason.
"speech"
He turns his head, surveying the area he had found himself in. For miles, golden sand occupied the space, the wind kicking it up and sending it flying in his direction. Shaking himself off, he stumbles forward a step, still uncertain about his new form. Nevertheless he continues, fumbling and awkwardly placing one paw in front of the other until he had built up a rhythm of sorts. He still wobbled, but at least it was something.
The Batter. That was his name, or at least what he went by. He was a savior, someone who purified wretched souls. He had done just that, but then why was he here? Were there other places that needed to be saved? He supposed he would find out soon enough, a sudden scent hitting his nose and making his four eyes blink. He was unaccustomed to having such a strong sense of smell.
Glancing around, he waits, though he isn't sure for what. Maybe just for something interesting to happen. Either way, he knew he had been sent here for a reason.
"speech"