11-07-2018, 08:03 PM
The choice had been made, a choice which may have been depraved of forethought. The angelic creature bid his exotic home of the Typhoon farewell, departing the luxurious isles to fly. But where was his destination, precisely? That question remained unanswered once he had first taken off, though now, it appeared quite clear; Tanglewood, or whatever the swampy tribe had called themselves. For one to detach themselves from a paradise-like locality in search of a repulsive biome such as a morass, it would have to take a fair amount of stupidity, or good reason; it had been a bit of both, in truth. In all actuality, it was not the group which he yearned for, but an individual - a specific phantom for which he had very strong ties to. Was it smart to converse with a group not on the Typhoon’s allies list? Perhaps not.
Kilometres of violent ocean had come to pass when the angel spotted land. A shore, the lynx judged as his altitude lowered. It was one kept in careful condition, and upon closer inspection, one could see that the sights matched exactly what Marco desiderated: a plentitude of quag, joint with hints of civilization. And, of course, not to mention his clairvoyance, that practically drove the fibrous feline in his decision-making and opinions, has been thrust into a frenzy lustful for results.
No sooner than he caught glimpse of the place, he touched base with a just magnitude of grace. Once the dust settled, his surroundings revealed that where he stood were the outskirts of a community with an aesthetic comparable to those he’d seen in his early days of angelhood. It was within these looming trees and murky bogs, he’d find his brother, Beck, and he was sure of it.
+ rushed because of my draining battery!
Kilometres of violent ocean had come to pass when the angel spotted land. A shore, the lynx judged as his altitude lowered. It was one kept in careful condition, and upon closer inspection, one could see that the sights matched exactly what Marco desiderated: a plentitude of quag, joint with hints of civilization. And, of course, not to mention his clairvoyance, that practically drove the fibrous feline in his decision-making and opinions, has been thrust into a frenzy lustful for results.
No sooner than he caught glimpse of the place, he touched base with a just magnitude of grace. Once the dust settled, his surroundings revealed that where he stood were the outskirts of a community with an aesthetic comparable to those he’d seen in his early days of angelhood. It was within these looming trees and murky bogs, he’d find his brother, Beck, and he was sure of it.
+ rushed because of my draining battery!