01-02-2021, 07:59 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 40%; text-align: justify;"]he'd never seen the point in settling in one place. the world held so many possibilities to sit still for too long, especially not in one of those groups. they all had too many rules, too much order- coal thrived in chaos and destruction, just because that's what he grew up in. his father caused fires, his mother tore out the throats of anyone who dared to look in his direction with a malicious gaze, among many other things, and it's just what he was taught.
be worse than the bad, more helpful than the good. it was a strange saying, but it was his father's motto- one that he had yet to really figure out yet because his father had many different mottos that didn't make sense.. like "don't eat cheese on a tuesday, which his father repeated like it was his favourite bible verse.. didn't make much sense, but coal still lived by it, never ate cheese on a tuesday.
anyways, groups were the exact opposite to what he was used to, but he was tired of walking the world, and he wanted to rest for a while. he'd been captured by raiders, enslaved (note the shock collar still around his neck), burnt and torn to bits, he felt he deserved a rest. he'd tried to find a group that would accept his chaos but there seemed to be this whole ordeal going on that he didn't give two shits about and had just settled on one: the typhoon.
he settled onto a boulder, brown eyes staring upwards at the tree line, where green met the blue that slowly dulled with storm clouds that gathered and swirled over head. "huh.. when was the last time it actually rained, do you think? i don't know coal, what do you think? well, i wouldn't be asking myself if i know." he knew fully well that he was talking to himself- he just didn't like not getting an answer, so why not answer the question for himself? "think anyone will come around quickly? don't know, but i would hate to get caught in that!"
god, he was lonely.
be worse than the bad, more helpful than the good. it was a strange saying, but it was his father's motto- one that he had yet to really figure out yet because his father had many different mottos that didn't make sense.. like "don't eat cheese on a tuesday, which his father repeated like it was his favourite bible verse.. didn't make much sense, but coal still lived by it, never ate cheese on a tuesday.
anyways, groups were the exact opposite to what he was used to, but he was tired of walking the world, and he wanted to rest for a while. he'd been captured by raiders, enslaved (note the shock collar still around his neck), burnt and torn to bits, he felt he deserved a rest. he'd tried to find a group that would accept his chaos but there seemed to be this whole ordeal going on that he didn't give two shits about and had just settled on one: the typhoon.
he settled onto a boulder, brown eyes staring upwards at the tree line, where green met the blue that slowly dulled with storm clouds that gathered and swirled over head. "huh.. when was the last time it actually rained, do you think? i don't know coal, what do you think? well, i wouldn't be asking myself if i know." he knew fully well that he was talking to himself- he just didn't like not getting an answer, so why not answer the question for himself? "think anyone will come around quickly? don't know, but i would hate to get caught in that!"
god, he was lonely.
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