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Post by Hector on Jun 4, 2019 19:00:19 GMT
June 13th
Dull. Dull was a good word to describe what his life had been since fleeing after his miserable defeat. He'd had time to lick those wounds of course, and no longer saw any worth in being angry about it, but that didn't mean he enjoyed running with his tail between his legs. Perhaps the self imposed exile wouldn't have been so bad if he'd found his way into something a little more exciting than aimless wandering over countryside that just looked too peaceful and pleasant. Where was the action he could sink his teeth into? Not here. It could be worse, he tried to tell himself this, he could be dead or trapped in some tree for all of eternity, and he supposed the quaint little town he'd unceremoniously stumbled into was a nice change from the doom and gloom he was used to. Plus, the little town had a tavern, and he was very please by that. He didn't so much mind the weird looks he got, he supposed he cut a strange figure in a place like this where the most exciting thing to happen was a bad corn harvest, he wasn't here to impress anyone anyway, he was here to have a drink and perhaps people watch a little bit, sinking down into the fluffy collar of his cloak to sip down his drink. Maybe not the best quality, but it didn't taste like piss, so he'd call that a victory. |
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He/Him
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Asexual
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Neutral
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Crater Croc
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Post by Arthakane on Jun 4, 2019 19:31:08 GMT
This world was nothing like the home Arthakane had once known. The technology of the eras were different in every continent he explored, and some continents barely had anything. It was though the world he had crashed on was torn into different times and while that prospect was enticing to explore it also narrowed the options of Arthakane easily finding what he was looking for. He had thought he had been on a solid trail but it suddenly tapered off leaving him stranded here in a little town that was quiet and quaint.
It gave him time to recoup and hell from the little amount of damage he had occurred, it also gave him time to shed his crystals and grow new ones but none of it was too pleasant and left him in a wickedly foul mood. He wanted nothing to do with the locals, and often went out of his way to stay away from them but as the days had waned on the closer he edged to the town. Until this day in particular, he had switched out his usual imposing form of ten feet and five inches to a much more manageable five feet and eight inches. His dark fur was replaced with tanned skin, and instead of looking like a cosmic horror he looked like them. A human.
It was a form he had used many a time before but even now he felt out of his element as he entered the tavern. He could hear murmurs coming all around and the confining space had his hair nearly sticking straight up but still he proceeded in what he was doing strolling to the bar and ordering a drink. It was not the best, in fact it was so weak that he barely tasted the alcohol but it would work. Nothing could compare to the ales, wines and much more back home. He found himself standing, sipping his drink for a moment until crimson eyes spotted and oddity amongst the folk.
Green eyes had him stopping dead, darkness seem to reek off of him in droves. Arthakane was immediately interested.
He soon found a seat near the other, getting comfortable as though the younger was an old friend and he set his drink down. "I don't believe we've met before... My name is Arthakane, and who might you be?" He offered a hand to the other.
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