Post by Brome Derson on Mar 19, 2006 7:56:06 GMT -5
Brome stepped inside cautiously, his right paw rested softly on the doornob as the oak door creaked. His yellow eyes pierced the walls as his gaze shifted back and forth. Sighing, finally feeling the sense of security, he tossed his bags onto the bed and sat down on the wooden chair that was in the room.
Well, this place isn't off to a bad start.....
His mind stated peacefully. Well, first thing was first. He'd have to find atleast one friend if he was to survive out here. Another sigh followed those thoughts and he stood up grabbing his odd blade and spinning it. How he hoped that a battle would come soon.
Well, this place isn't off to a bad start.....
His mind stated peacefully. Well, first thing was first. He'd have to find atleast one friend if he was to survive out here. Another sigh followed those thoughts and he stood up grabbing his odd blade and spinning it. How he hoped that a battle would come soon.