|Happy birthday !|
Prologue - The RainThe persistent pitter-patter of rain hammered down rowed steel-framed homes, sleek and sheen. An otter walks along the smoothly paved roads with an umbrella in-hand. He looks around slowly with a hedonistic gaze, scoffing at the poor excuse for a home that he lived in. He shuffles a bit with his clothing, propping the collar of his coat up to keep his neck warm. His outfit covers just about everything, even his tail. It took some courage to keep his hood down, despite the umbrella. The soft thumping noise of his heavy lead boots trotting on the tainted, acrid earth makes him wince a little, making sure his umbrella’s safely overhead. The scenery isn’t impressive: A few stray trees, the occasional shrub, and bunkered homes, all at the mercy of the torrential downpour of acid rain. It feels like it never ends, and it’s far from beautiful. Whatever is here is reclusive, hardy, or dead. The residents of J’aera, this planet, are a very secluded culture. Live, survivePrologue - The Rain by Firstwyvern
Current Residence: A supply truck filled with nothing but bars of soap and bubble wrap.|
Favourite genre of music: Nice, slow music.
Favourite style of art: Traditional/Anthro
Operating System: Vista
MP3 player of choice: Anything that isn't an Ipod
Wallpaper of choice: Mother 3 wallpapers
Skin of choice: Brown.
Personal Quote: "It's a trap!"