01-31-2012, 06:46 PM
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In his Optime form, Sarcophilous drearily pushed hefty extremities onward, forepaws gently waving over his crown as he scratched his head in loss. Mixed eyes scanned the horizon, watching the perimeters with a weary and unknowing glaze within his orbs. In all seriousness it seemed he was never exactly lost, since he had always been a wanderer. It was still, at times, chilling to come across regions so unknown. The wind forwarded calamity with a thrusting breeze upon him, but he stood all the same as he watched for Huginn's arrival. The bird had taken off somewhere and was often a very audible creature, which is why it surprised Sarc to have not even heard from the crow yet. The brute set his rump upon a nearby stone, which seemed to have been etched or inscribed with some sort of writing many years ago. The object was canvassed with roots and wild plants of several varieties, so Sarc paid little attention to what it might have said.
With poor posture and a single tooth exposed over the skin of his lip, Sarc only made his appearances all the less becoming and enticing. He gazed over the field before him, capturing the scenery within his mental image as he attempted to hold it for future reference. The sun barely advertised itself today. It remained disclosed between curtains of clouds that preferred to have their turn of fun. Sarc began to lose himself in the calm, cooling air, and allowed his eyes to become shut momentarily as the vast fields permitted a straight, authoritative flow of wind to clash against his own robust and dynamic mass.
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SARCOPHILOUS
OOC- My first rp post in a very long time... feel free to criticize as necessary haha oh goodness..
In his Optime form, Sarcophilous drearily pushed hefty extremities onward, forepaws gently waving over his crown as he scratched his head in loss. Mixed eyes scanned the horizon, watching the perimeters with a weary and unknowing glaze within his orbs. In all seriousness it seemed he was never exactly lost, since he had always been a wanderer. It was still, at times, chilling to come across regions so unknown. The wind forwarded calamity with a thrusting breeze upon him, but he stood all the same as he watched for Huginn's arrival. The bird had taken off somewhere and was often a very audible creature, which is why it surprised Sarc to have not even heard from the crow yet. The brute set his rump upon a nearby stone, which seemed to have been etched or inscribed with some sort of writing many years ago. The object was canvassed with roots and wild plants of several varieties, so Sarc paid little attention to what it might have said.
With poor posture and a single tooth exposed over the skin of his lip, Sarc only made his appearances all the less becoming and enticing. He gazed over the field before him, capturing the scenery within his mental image as he attempted to hold it for future reference. The sun barely advertised itself today. It remained disclosed between curtains of clouds that preferred to have their turn of fun. Sarc began to lose himself in the calm, cooling air, and allowed his eyes to become shut momentarily as the vast fields permitted a straight, authoritative flow of wind to clash against his own robust and dynamic mass.
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Hear the mourners-The earth is gasping for air. Sneering at this thoughtless ravage- If we don't wake we'll massacre ourselves.
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