Welcome to Ede- JESUS CHRIST IT'S A BEAR.
Characters: Seraph shining_bind, Spike blue_shields and Forge northernbear
Date/Time: May 12th, Midday/evening?
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 for... uh.. do bears do nudity?
Summary: Forge arrives in Edensphere. He's a bear. That's about it.
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One hand on the hilt of his blade, as per usual, Seraph stood rather still in the makeshift-cocoon hall in The Wilderness. He had spent the past week or so working at the elevators.. and even though the man didn't require sleep, it had still drained him. The constant herding of people, the snapping orders, and the ever growing realization that the masses required someone- something to guide them. How foolish they constantly acted, putting glory and their own well-being above what the the best for the Tree and its inhabitants. Selfish.
He kept these thoughts to himself, though, glancing to the guard on duty. He rarely really spoke to his co-workers. Or anyone, really. What was the use? But his keen senses continued to pick up on.. a squirming noise. That rustling of cocoons that hinted at a birth. And... from the appearance of the journals, the Tree had decided to release more inhabitants.
More lambs to lead. Or so he believed.
"....I believe there will be one hatch today." He stated simply, the rumbling monotone directed at the other man in the area. As he relaxed his stance and approached the table of supplies- sure enough, the rustling of the cocoon increased, and he picked up a towel, turning to the cocoons.
...Seraph didn't talk a lot.
Date/Time: May 12th, Midday/evening?
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: PG-13 for... uh.. do bears do nudity?
Summary: Forge arrives in Edensphere. He's a bear. That's about it.
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One hand on the hilt of his blade, as per usual, Seraph stood rather still in the makeshift-cocoon hall in The Wilderness. He had spent the past week or so working at the elevators.. and even though the man didn't require sleep, it had still drained him. The constant herding of people, the snapping orders, and the ever growing realization that the masses required someone- something to guide them. How foolish they constantly acted, putting glory and their own well-being above what the the best for the Tree and its inhabitants. Selfish.
He kept these thoughts to himself, though, glancing to the guard on duty. He rarely really spoke to his co-workers. Or anyone, really. What was the use? But his keen senses continued to pick up on.. a squirming noise. That rustling of cocoons that hinted at a birth. And... from the appearance of the journals, the Tree had decided to release more inhabitants.
More lambs to lead. Or so he believed.
"....I believe there will be one hatch today." He stated simply, the rumbling monotone directed at the other man in the area. As he relaxed his stance and approached the table of supplies- sure enough, the rustling of the cocoon increased, and he picked up a towel, turning to the cocoons.
...Seraph didn't talk a lot.