01-01-2019, 12:07 PM
//don't count on me being active i'm just impulsive //sweats
Was it ironic that he, of all people, were to show up to the Clan meeting first? No, not ironic. That was the wrong term. Whatever the word to fit the scenario, he was still there. For as brightly colored as he was, no one had seen head nor tail of the reptile in months. Familiar hollow, empty eyes turned up to the samoyed while purple feet carried a purple body to the foot of the Tanglewood leader. Nothing the pale canine said pertained to him. He spoke not a word, taking a seat and listening in silence as he familiarized himself with the going-ons within the group he resided. It was strange that someone like him would return to social life so suddenly. Perhaps he had reason to come back- but what would that be?
Ska'arq's eyes flickered to both sides, noting the NPCs that made an appearance shortly after him. Multiple odd looks were shot his way, but it was such a common occurrence he didn't give it much thought. The dragon unclipped something from his wrist and sat back on his haunches. Pencil in hand, he flipped through the pages of a notebook and began to scribble something down. Placing the utensil in the center of the pages, he snapped the book closed and strapped it to his wrist again, returning to all fours with a faint sigh.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSWas it ironic that he, of all people, were to show up to the Clan meeting first? No, not ironic. That was the wrong term. Whatever the word to fit the scenario, he was still there. For as brightly colored as he was, no one had seen head nor tail of the reptile in months. Familiar hollow, empty eyes turned up to the samoyed while purple feet carried a purple body to the foot of the Tanglewood leader. Nothing the pale canine said pertained to him. He spoke not a word, taking a seat and listening in silence as he familiarized himself with the going-ons within the group he resided. It was strange that someone like him would return to social life so suddenly. Perhaps he had reason to come back- but what would that be?
Ska'arq's eyes flickered to both sides, noting the NPCs that made an appearance shortly after him. Multiple odd looks were shot his way, but it was such a common occurrence he didn't give it much thought. The dragon unclipped something from his wrist and sat back on his haunches. Pencil in hand, he flipped through the pages of a notebook and began to scribble something down. Placing the utensil in the center of the pages, he snapped the book closed and strapped it to his wrist again, returning to all fours with a faint sigh.
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !