Post by SJmun on Oct 29, 2016 14:24:24 GMT -8
Somewhere far away, perhaps the charred woods of the fire nation... It's uncertain where exactly, but it is dark outside and a group of consorts are sitting around a campfire.
The first, a lohan native pink armadillo by the name of Jerry. The second, a green ocelot called Hughes. Third, a purple ant known as Cidera.
Jerry seems to be running the show.
"And now, I will tell you the story of..."
a dramatic pause.
"...THE KNIFE HAWK OF ABSOLUTE TERROR!" Jerry uses the dramatic lighting to look imposing while leaning in slightly!
The other two flinch at the sudden exclamation.
"It started in the land of magma and blades. A lone bird had been sent on an errand to find the finest knife for a friend's collection. She didn't want to be one upped by her other friend, who was also getting her knife collector friend a knife. Did I mention it would soon be the knife collector's birthday? Anyways, the land of magma and blades was no place for such a flammable bird of prey. One stray drop of liquid stone would set her ablaze immediately! But, she was a smart one, and came wearing a sweater made of Kevlar. A gift from her mother. She cherished it. For the most part, she was prepared and she was safe, despite the surrounding inferno. She had to find the best knife. She just had to. Eventually, she arrived at a blade shaped tower, bristling with metal thorns and swords. This could be the place, she thought. So the sweater wearing hawk walked into the tower of blades."
Jerry takes a moment to stare out at his captive audience. For some reason, the surrounding area seems... warmer than usual. The dirt on the ground appears more volcanic looking than usual.
Cidera doesn't seem impressed.
"Whooptie doo. Dangerous flipping meltyplace. Whatever. What's next?"
Jerry prepares to continue his story...
The first, a lohan native pink armadillo by the name of Jerry. The second, a green ocelot called Hughes. Third, a purple ant known as Cidera.
Jerry seems to be running the show.
"And now, I will tell you the story of..."
a dramatic pause.
"...THE KNIFE HAWK OF ABSOLUTE TERROR!" Jerry uses the dramatic lighting to look imposing while leaning in slightly!
The other two flinch at the sudden exclamation.
"It started in the land of magma and blades. A lone bird had been sent on an errand to find the finest knife for a friend's collection. She didn't want to be one upped by her other friend, who was also getting her knife collector friend a knife. Did I mention it would soon be the knife collector's birthday? Anyways, the land of magma and blades was no place for such a flammable bird of prey. One stray drop of liquid stone would set her ablaze immediately! But, she was a smart one, and came wearing a sweater made of Kevlar. A gift from her mother. She cherished it. For the most part, she was prepared and she was safe, despite the surrounding inferno. She had to find the best knife. She just had to. Eventually, she arrived at a blade shaped tower, bristling with metal thorns and swords. This could be the place, she thought. So the sweater wearing hawk walked into the tower of blades."
Jerry takes a moment to stare out at his captive audience. For some reason, the surrounding area seems... warmer than usual. The dirt on the ground appears more volcanic looking than usual.
Cidera doesn't seem impressed.
"Whooptie doo. Dangerous flipping meltyplace. Whatever. What's next?"
Jerry prepares to continue his story...