02-20-2020, 11:19 PM
//OOC
After his experience on Haven Island, Ska’arq had slowly crossed the dock back to the main island as the sun rose slowly but steadily. He had thought he saw shadows leaking through the wooden boards beneath his feet, but as time went on, they faded away. He could still hear the accusatory words shouted at him within the jungle, but logically knew none of it had been real, despite how real it had felt.
By the time he had reached the Capricorn Tavern, he was exhausted. The siamese from the prior night was sitting at the bar, who waved as he trudged past and up the steps. Climbing into the bed he had chosen, he slept until late that evening. It was only the sun, a few hours away from setting, that awoke him. Heavy eyes opened and squinted against the rays that shone on his face.
Peeling himself from the mattress, the dragon grabbed his sack of belongings and left the Tavern. With no rhyme or reason behind it, his new goal was to find a house to claim as his own.
Ska'arq asked the nearest NPC, who promptly gave him directions to Barracuda Bay. Soft sand filtered itself between his fingers and toes as he crossed the beach, looking left and right at the various and numerous huts scattered about. Some looked newer than others, presumably built to accomodate for the growing island population.
Huts that were occupied were generally easy to pick out, and he walked right past them. The hut that caught his eye, though, was further back from the beach, partially in the foliage of the jungle. Brushing past a fern, he momentarily looked at a peculiar palm tree that sprouted from the sand nearby. It may have been crushed as a sapling, he mused, as its trunk was mostly horizontal to the ground. The tip, however, was turned up to the sun like any other tree.
Dragging his attention away from the oddball palm, he climbed the steps to the hut's porch, peering into the windows. Empty. No furniture, except for a single table in the corner and an aged rug. Unclaimed. Decidedly, he let his burlap slack slide off and onto the porch with a thud.
Pushing the doors open to his self-proclaimed new home, he set to work making it hospitable.
[align=center]ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGSAfter his experience on Haven Island, Ska’arq had slowly crossed the dock back to the main island as the sun rose slowly but steadily. He had thought he saw shadows leaking through the wooden boards beneath his feet, but as time went on, they faded away. He could still hear the accusatory words shouted at him within the jungle, but logically knew none of it had been real, despite how real it had felt.
By the time he had reached the Capricorn Tavern, he was exhausted. The siamese from the prior night was sitting at the bar, who waved as he trudged past and up the steps. Climbing into the bed he had chosen, he slept until late that evening. It was only the sun, a few hours away from setting, that awoke him. Heavy eyes opened and squinted against the rays that shone on his face.
Peeling himself from the mattress, the dragon grabbed his sack of belongings and left the Tavern. With no rhyme or reason behind it, his new goal was to find a house to claim as his own.
Ska'arq asked the nearest NPC, who promptly gave him directions to Barracuda Bay. Soft sand filtered itself between his fingers and toes as he crossed the beach, looking left and right at the various and numerous huts scattered about. Some looked newer than others, presumably built to accomodate for the growing island population.
Huts that were occupied were generally easy to pick out, and he walked right past them. The hut that caught his eye, though, was further back from the beach, partially in the foliage of the jungle. Brushing past a fern, he momentarily looked at a peculiar palm tree that sprouted from the sand nearby. It may have been crushed as a sapling, he mused, as its trunk was mostly horizontal to the ground. The tip, however, was turned up to the sun like any other tree.
Dragging his attention away from the oddball palm, he climbed the steps to the hut's porch, peering into the windows. Empty. No furniture, except for a single table in the corner and an aged rug. Unclaimed. Decidedly, he let his burlap slack slide off and onto the porch with a thud.
Pushing the doors open to his self-proclaimed new home, he set to work making it hospitable.
[i]note - ska'arq does NOT have the necklace as shown in his pfp
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THE DANGER DOESN’T REGISTER ,
THE FEAR FEELS LIKE AN ACT !
dragon — emotionless — tags — typhoon — roleplayed by cakie !