Nolin
He has lived in Pangea for some time now...though he has lived a life of solidarity, mainly due to his own cause. He had grown content to the lack of communication, but oddly enough, he decided to venture out to the forest.
He didn't have any intentions to recruit, as many do within the forest. A walk perhaps, if he just so happens upon it, then perhaps a conversation..
As luck may have it, he finds himself not far off from another. He spots her...her pelt matching in color to the soon to be autumn leaves. He stands for a moment, admiring her colors how the yellow blends perfectly with an orange that trails down to a deep red. Her wings looked nearly like real fire, as if her body wasn't catchy enough.
He looks around, hoping that she hadn't noticed him awkwardly staring, he didn't mean too..at this point he might as well go introduce himself, he has nothing better to do.
The pale stag approches, his dark green mane dances about his shoulder as he moves. Hello, he says, stopping a few paces away, his lack of interaction with others is clear. She seemed...to have a similar demeanor to his own...it actually more enticing to him, perhaps they could share stories of there crappy childhood one day. I'm Nolin, I couldn't help but notice you... How stupid he must sound, jumbling words together in an effort to create a substantial sentence.
He didn't have any intentions to recruit, as many do within the forest. A walk perhaps, if he just so happens upon it, then perhaps a conversation..
As luck may have it, he finds himself not far off from another. He spots her...her pelt matching in color to the soon to be autumn leaves. He stands for a moment, admiring her colors how the yellow blends perfectly with an orange that trails down to a deep red. Her wings looked nearly like real fire, as if her body wasn't catchy enough.
He looks around, hoping that she hadn't noticed him awkwardly staring, he didn't mean too..at this point he might as well go introduce himself, he has nothing better to do.
The pale stag approches, his dark green mane dances about his shoulder as he moves. Hello, he says, stopping a few paces away, his lack of interaction with others is clear. She seemed...to have a similar demeanor to his own...it actually more enticing to him, perhaps they could share stories of there crappy childhood one day. I'm Nolin, I couldn't help but notice you... How stupid he must sound, jumbling words together in an effort to create a substantial sentence.
Your Past Does Not Define Your Future
@[brunhilde]