A Newcomer Arrived; or, Tree vs Blot
((OOC: 'ello, 'ello. Bear with me as I learn 'a' format here; first post and all. Yay, participation! And mods, something was said about tags being sorted out? Cuz I had no idea where to start.))
The leaves are bright (and dull) and falling in moderated chaos from the trees, a light sheen of white clinging to an occasional branch. Under this glorified, quiet riot he trudges, irritated at the...organic-ish-ness...of his immediate surroundings.
Of all places to reboot, with no sign of a gestalt to be found. Or felt. Or seen. Or heard. Or...found. Right.
He's lost. He peers about at everything and nothing --
"Trees is what those are."
Irritating. Falling minuscule organic tree pieces sticking to him. Melting, on occasion. More gunk in the seams. Not even edible gunk! If he weren't so hungry, he'd be mad.
He has to threaten something. Blot prepares to charge a particularly woody specimen, animalistic maw agape.
"Slag trees!"
The leaves are bright (and dull) and falling in moderated chaos from the trees, a light sheen of white clinging to an occasional branch. Under this glorified, quiet riot he trudges, irritated at the...organic-ish-ness...of his immediate surroundings.
Of all places to reboot, with no sign of a gestalt to be found. Or felt. Or seen. Or heard. Or...found. Right.
He's lost. He peers about at everything and nothing --
"Trees is what those are."
Irritating. Falling minuscule organic tree pieces sticking to him. Melting, on occasion. More gunk in the seams. Not even edible gunk! If he weren't so hungry, he'd be mad.
He has to threaten something. Blot prepares to charge a particularly woody specimen, animalistic maw agape.
"Slag trees!"