04-07-2018, 09:11 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Sometimes, Paper wondered if all of the other groups had as many outcasts as the Typhoon did. To be fair, given that all the groups consisted mostly of creatures that had stumbled across the territory and assimilated with the culture, rather than people born and raised there, a large number of misfits was to be expected. Even so, there had to be at least a few with relatively healthy home lives, but he had yet to actually hear about any particular case.
This newcomer seemed well-adjusted enough, but then so had the jackal when he first arrived (or so he liked to think), and it hadn't taken even 24 hours to crack open that facade like a hard-boiled eggshell. As he approached, Paper eyed the white lion's mane and stifled a low chuckle. If Georgie happened to arrive on the scene, the stranger would be in for quite an earful about how good-looking he was. "I'm guessing you're here to join," the jackal stated finally, flicking his left ear. That seemed to be what everyone was here for nowadays, not that that was a bad thing; there was something to be said for the power of numbers. "Assuming that's the case, welcome aboard. I'm Papercutter, who're you?"
This newcomer seemed well-adjusted enough, but then so had the jackal when he first arrived (or so he liked to think), and it hadn't taken even 24 hours to crack open that facade like a hard-boiled eggshell. As he approached, Paper eyed the white lion's mane and stifled a low chuckle. If Georgie happened to arrive on the scene, the stranger would be in for quite an earful about how good-looking he was. "I'm guessing you're here to join," the jackal stated finally, flicking his left ear. That seemed to be what everyone was here for nowadays, not that that was a bad thing; there was something to be said for the power of numbers. "Assuming that's the case, welcome aboard. I'm Papercutter, who're you?"
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo