07-31-2019, 09:01 PM
DAMIAN DIMERA
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 22 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
A town in the middle of a forest that, in turn, was in the middle of a swamp. It wasn't the kind of territory he would have chosen to settle in, but then again his reasons for being here had nothing to do with what he wanted to do. No, his wants could only come later, after he was finished doing everyone elses dirty work, that is. He could live with that for now, though, as long as he got closer to what he wanted.
To be honest though the town itself wasn't too bad. They'd restored a good chunk of it to an almost respectable degree- for a camp in the middle of a swamp, that is- and most of it was decorated with flowers and wreaths and definitely helped give the streets and buildings what Damian could only assume was a 'homier' feel, and it definitely wasn't trying to play into the creepier vibe it easily could have accomplished if it had wanted to.
As he walked the towns streets the large wildcat hybrid would come to a halt at the base of a statue, or the remains of one. It was now a shapeless blob with a plaque at it's base, and he wondered momentarily what the thing once was. Not that it really mattered, and it was quick to be dismissed as he turned to continue his wandering.
"SPEECH
PSEUDO MELANISTIC LIGUAR - MALE - 22 MONTHS - TANGLEWOOD
A town in the middle of a forest that, in turn, was in the middle of a swamp. It wasn't the kind of territory he would have chosen to settle in, but then again his reasons for being here had nothing to do with what he wanted to do. No, his wants could only come later, after he was finished doing everyone elses dirty work, that is. He could live with that for now, though, as long as he got closer to what he wanted.
To be honest though the town itself wasn't too bad. They'd restored a good chunk of it to an almost respectable degree- for a camp in the middle of a swamp, that is- and most of it was decorated with flowers and wreaths and definitely helped give the streets and buildings what Damian could only assume was a 'homier' feel, and it definitely wasn't trying to play into the creepier vibe it easily could have accomplished if it had wanted to.
As he walked the towns streets the large wildcat hybrid would come to a halt at the base of a statue, or the remains of one. It was now a shapeless blob with a plaque at it's base, and he wondered momentarily what the thing once was. Not that it really mattered, and it was quick to be dismissed as he turned to continue his wandering.
"SPEECH
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