01-04-2019, 04:18 PM
//OOC
For the time he had spent lurking in the surrounding forest and marsh of Tanglewood, he had become quite familiar with it. He had studied the wildlife and its behavior, as well as its members from afar. It was only after he felt satisfied with the large portion of data he’d collected that he began to integrate with them again. Now he was putting his plans into practice - but one experiment had lead to the unfortunate accident regarding an NPC. No less, it was progress. At the cost of their life, he had made an extraordinary leap forward. Figuratively, of course. The resulting product was still stored safely in his home, along with the other failures.
Ska’arq was seven years old, but for dragons that could live up to a millennia, he was still a child. While it had lasted, he was the oddball in his family. While his mother and sisters were pale blues and orange, he was a vibrant shade of purple. He was still small, roughly the size of a dog. This freak of nature was currently strolling the forest. What he should do next was currently rolling around his thoughts. When an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, he paused. A newcomer, perhaps?
A lack of more familiar scents told him that no other Tanglers had arrived yet. He was the first. The dragon emerged from the undergrowth, looking the stranger up and down while absorbing information about them. Height, posture, expression... he seemed lost. Ska’arq was aware that there was a common protocol when addressing newcomers at the border. As if satisfied with his analysis, he sat down. He face was eerily blank, eyes devoid of any emotions whatsoever. This was, perhaps, because he had none. ”Name and business.”
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSFor the time he had spent lurking in the surrounding forest and marsh of Tanglewood, he had become quite familiar with it. He had studied the wildlife and its behavior, as well as its members from afar. It was only after he felt satisfied with the large portion of data he’d collected that he began to integrate with them again. Now he was putting his plans into practice - but one experiment had lead to the unfortunate accident regarding an NPC. No less, it was progress. At the cost of their life, he had made an extraordinary leap forward. Figuratively, of course. The resulting product was still stored safely in his home, along with the other failures.
Ska’arq was seven years old, but for dragons that could live up to a millennia, he was still a child. While it had lasted, he was the oddball in his family. While his mother and sisters were pale blues and orange, he was a vibrant shade of purple. He was still small, roughly the size of a dog. This freak of nature was currently strolling the forest. What he should do next was currently rolling around his thoughts. When an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, he paused. A newcomer, perhaps?
A lack of more familiar scents told him that no other Tanglers had arrived yet. He was the first. The dragon emerged from the undergrowth, looking the stranger up and down while absorbing information about them. Height, posture, expression... he seemed lost. Ska’arq was aware that there was a common protocol when addressing newcomers at the border. As if satisfied with his analysis, he sat down. He face was eerily blank, eyes devoid of any emotions whatsoever. This was, perhaps, because he had none. ”Name and business.”
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !