03-15-2018, 08:19 PM
/listen to this and read in a deep, growly voice for best effect
/I promise the rest of my posts will be easier to read
A storm had begun to brew over the lands, the clouds looming above, ready to strike their unholy retribution at any moment. Minuscule teardrops of rain bled into the volcanic soil, staining it with the memories of the heights that they would never reach again. In the distance, a roar of thunder shook the very molecules which the denizens of this land breathed in to sustain their pathetic lives.
Though the wind howled in agony and the skies mourned their fate, the jackal was unmoved, marching ahead with a soft smirk. If he had heard correctly- and as a creature of his caliber, he always either heard correctly or didn't hear at all- this region was frequented by some of the most fierce warriors that could be found. This was the perfect location to pursue his goal; these were the sort of people around which he could finally achieve the greatness that he had been denied for so long.
Furthermore, they lived by a volcano. How could you go wrong with a volcano?
Stepping into the shadows of the rainforest, Papercutter cleared his throat, then called in a loud voice, "Hey. I hear this is the home of the Typhoon." Still smirking, he narrowed his eyes. "My name is Papercutter. I'd like to offer my loyalty."
/I promise the rest of my posts will be easier to read
A storm had begun to brew over the lands, the clouds looming above, ready to strike their unholy retribution at any moment. Minuscule teardrops of rain bled into the volcanic soil, staining it with the memories of the heights that they would never reach again. In the distance, a roar of thunder shook the very molecules which the denizens of this land breathed in to sustain their pathetic lives.
Though the wind howled in agony and the skies mourned their fate, the jackal was unmoved, marching ahead with a soft smirk. If he had heard correctly- and as a creature of his caliber, he always either heard correctly or didn't hear at all- this region was frequented by some of the most fierce warriors that could be found. This was the perfect location to pursue his goal; these were the sort of people around which he could finally achieve the greatness that he had been denied for so long.
Furthermore, they lived by a volcano. How could you go wrong with a volcano?
Stepping into the shadows of the rainforest, Papercutter cleared his throat, then called in a loud voice, "Hey. I hear this is the home of the Typhoon." Still smirking, he narrowed his eyes. "My name is Papercutter. I'd like to offer my loyalty."
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo