Post by Heika on Aug 5, 2016 16:51:46 GMT -5
faelan sinclair.
And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains
Faelan grinned roguishly as he sauntered through the strange forest, eyes scanning his surroundings eagerly. He had never seen anything quite like this place before, with its bright flowers the only splotches of color against a seemingly endless grey backdrop. There was no sun overhead, and the path was hidden by a thick veil of fog. Yet, Faelan never stumbled, never bumped into anything, as he walked in the unfamiliar terrain. How strange, he mused to himself as he smirked confidently. How strange indeed.
After a while of wandering aimlessly, however, he had grown bored with the forest. No matter how many bends he walked around, no matter how many turns he made, the forest never changed. He was always faced with what appeared the be the same trees, the same flowers, and the same mist. He was going to be old and decrepit by the time he found the Goddess, at this rate, and Faelan really wanted to return back to the White Forest soon; it was almost dinnertime, and he could enjoy a nice rabbit.
Settling back on his haunches, he yawned lazily and raised his hind leg to scratch at a particularly insistent itch behind his ear before he spoke. "Hey, Goddess," he drawled, a bemused smile gracing his lips. "I heard you're going around granting wolves powers for a few tasks and whatnot. So, I was thinking it might be nice to be speedy. I mean, I can't promise to use it for the good of the world or whatever, but I get the feeling that you don't particularly care for things like that anyways. So, what do you say, Toots? Throw me a bone, won't you?”
After a while of wandering aimlessly, however, he had grown bored with the forest. No matter how many bends he walked around, no matter how many turns he made, the forest never changed. He was always faced with what appeared the be the same trees, the same flowers, and the same mist. He was going to be old and decrepit by the time he found the Goddess, at this rate, and Faelan really wanted to return back to the White Forest soon; it was almost dinnertime, and he could enjoy a nice rabbit.
Settling back on his haunches, he yawned lazily and raised his hind leg to scratch at a particularly insistent itch behind his ear before he spoke. "Hey, Goddess," he drawled, a bemused smile gracing his lips. "I heard you're going around granting wolves powers for a few tasks and whatnot. So, I was thinking it might be nice to be speedy. I mean, I can't promise to use it for the good of the world or whatever, but I get the feeling that you don't particularly care for things like that anyways. So, what do you say, Toots? Throw me a bone, won't you?”
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My trashy son is asking for super speed (and probably pissing Chaos off in the process LOL) |
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