Post by odi on Feb 14, 2008 18:40:52 GMT -5
{This is my first time roleplaying ever (yay!), so if I write something completely jumbled that's why. 
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Mangeur hated Torquehelm. He hated the lack of any real light, he hated the binding, and most of all, he hated the depression. He always found it hard to understand why this land was so horrible, so melancholy, that everyone in its borders was so sad. Why, just look at him! Even with the gloomy aura swirling around him there was a smile on his face!
Not that that was uncharacteristic, of course, Mangeur nearly always smiled. He couldn't help it, he was content. Hell, he was happy, and how many from Torquehelm could say that?
If only the food was better though, it was all very mealy and somewhat wet. The feline had the power to manipulate food, that was true, but only once a day. That meant having at least two meals that were nearly impossible to choke down. It was enough to make one such as Mangeur, who loved above all things good food, very, very sad...
No, that wouldn't do! He should be happy, at least he could have one delicious feast, and how many could say that, especially here? Just this morning he changed an unidentifiable gray mush into tasting like Belgian waffles. Mmm, with syrup and cream too. Who needed extra-powerful abilities when you could do that?
Drooling, the feline sat on a log that lay near the border to the Tulgey Woods. He liked it here; the atmosphere was a little less glum. And if he happened upon a wanderer, all the better, their company would be welcome. Most of the inhabitants of Torquehelm were a bit dull, in his opinion. Or he could take a nap. His belly was full of waffles, after all.
}Mangeur hated Torquehelm. He hated the lack of any real light, he hated the binding, and most of all, he hated the depression. He always found it hard to understand why this land was so horrible, so melancholy, that everyone in its borders was so sad. Why, just look at him! Even with the gloomy aura swirling around him there was a smile on his face!
Not that that was uncharacteristic, of course, Mangeur nearly always smiled. He couldn't help it, he was content. Hell, he was happy, and how many from Torquehelm could say that?
If only the food was better though, it was all very mealy and somewhat wet. The feline had the power to manipulate food, that was true, but only once a day. That meant having at least two meals that were nearly impossible to choke down. It was enough to make one such as Mangeur, who loved above all things good food, very, very sad...
No, that wouldn't do! He should be happy, at least he could have one delicious feast, and how many could say that, especially here? Just this morning he changed an unidentifiable gray mush into tasting like Belgian waffles. Mmm, with syrup and cream too. Who needed extra-powerful abilities when you could do that?
Drooling, the feline sat on a log that lay near the border to the Tulgey Woods. He liked it here; the atmosphere was a little less glum. And if he happened upon a wanderer, all the better, their company would be welcome. Most of the inhabitants of Torquehelm were a bit dull, in his opinion. Or he could take a nap. His belly was full of waffles, after all.
