Post by Desko StrangeBlade on Oct 9, 2005 8:02:43 GMT -5
"Toothpick" strode into the room silently, leaving the door wide open, a toothpick shifting around in his mouth. The only light in the room came from the window, and as for the bed, chair, and table they weren't in great condition. It was good enough for Desko though. He could sleep on a bunch of rocks and not complain. He silently set his life log on the table, and set down a bag of clothes in the corner.
The loner had no other real possesions, besides his clothes, log, and weapons, save for a drawing of him and beautiful young dignified ferretress. He had met her after his slavery, but before coming to the horde. He sighed, cursing the memory, and crumpled up the drawing and threw it in the corner onto his bag of clothes.
He then sat down on his bed, silent as usual.
The loner had no other real possesions, besides his clothes, log, and weapons, save for a drawing of him and beautiful young dignified ferretress. He had met her after his slavery, but before coming to the horde. He sighed, cursing the memory, and crumpled up the drawing and threw it in the corner onto his bag of clothes.
He then sat down on his bed, silent as usual.