09-09-2018, 11:22 AM
//did u know i can't write for shit
tl;dr: purple dragon bitch has sacks at his sides and a bag in his mouth- just his belongings
he came from tanglewood and is searching for beck
There was nothing left about Tanglewood that compelled him to stay. After that little ghost - Beck - left, leaving Morgan to step up, things changed. The wet and rotting forest had lost something that he couldn't quite place. Not the ghost- that much was already obvious. Eventually, without much will or reason, he had packed up his belongings and set off without a word. Notebooks went into sacks slung over his sides. Various crude glass bottles were held in a bag that was gripped in his jaws. It was unlikely that the Tanglers took notice of his disappearance.
His goal was to track down the strange cat. Intimidated by his blank nature and words, several NPCs had offered guidance before scurrying off. He was heading to the Typhoon. Was that really a smart idea? The pirate-ridden jungle was full of his enemies. Tanglewood's scent was still clinging to the dragon's scaly body- that was sure to attract some hostility as well.
The logic hung in his head, warning him to hang back, but his feet continued to carry him West. The wet ground became springy and the air became warmer. It was as if everything sprung to life around him at once. Sunlight reflected welcomingly off the increasingly brighter and bluer ocean. Grass became greener and undergrowth became thicker. Soon it all suddenly vanished, leaving him in a clearing drenched in Typhoon scents so strong it made his nose twitch. Empty cyan eyes traveled around the clearing, noting the vine and rust claimed train cars before trailing to the large arch to his left.
Ska'arq stepped over the train tracks as he approached the gate, taking in the sights around him. This was it. This was the entrance to the Typhoon. A glimmering cluster of bells caught his eye. To alert the members of newcomers, perhaps? Reaching out, the reptile took hold of the string and pulled once, listening as the brass clanged and sang. Surely they would arrive soon. He sat down and waited.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGStl;dr: purple dragon bitch has sacks at his sides and a bag in his mouth- just his belongings
he came from tanglewood and is searching for beck
There was nothing left about Tanglewood that compelled him to stay. After that little ghost - Beck - left, leaving Morgan to step up, things changed. The wet and rotting forest had lost something that he couldn't quite place. Not the ghost- that much was already obvious. Eventually, without much will or reason, he had packed up his belongings and set off without a word. Notebooks went into sacks slung over his sides. Various crude glass bottles were held in a bag that was gripped in his jaws. It was unlikely that the Tanglers took notice of his disappearance.
His goal was to track down the strange cat. Intimidated by his blank nature and words, several NPCs had offered guidance before scurrying off. He was heading to the Typhoon. Was that really a smart idea? The pirate-ridden jungle was full of his enemies. Tanglewood's scent was still clinging to the dragon's scaly body- that was sure to attract some hostility as well.
The logic hung in his head, warning him to hang back, but his feet continued to carry him West. The wet ground became springy and the air became warmer. It was as if everything sprung to life around him at once. Sunlight reflected welcomingly off the increasingly brighter and bluer ocean. Grass became greener and undergrowth became thicker. Soon it all suddenly vanished, leaving him in a clearing drenched in Typhoon scents so strong it made his nose twitch. Empty cyan eyes traveled around the clearing, noting the vine and rust claimed train cars before trailing to the large arch to his left.
Ska'arq stepped over the train tracks as he approached the gate, taking in the sights around him. This was it. This was the entrance to the Typhoon. A glimmering cluster of bells caught his eye. To alert the members of newcomers, perhaps? Reaching out, the reptile took hold of the string and pulled once, listening as the brass clanged and sang. Surely they would arrive soon. He sat down and waited.
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !