[The Dark One is wandering down one of the main thoroughfares of Luceti's village in his sulking and gloomy way. A rain cloud can practically be seen hovering over the his head as he kicks a stone.]
I hate wings.
[He mutters this lowly as he watches the pebble bounce and roll away from him.
He then decides to sit down by the fountain, taking the book he'd come here with and opens it. Looking it over, he sighs and shut it again forcefully.]
The Dark One | Avatar: The Last Airbender
I hate wings.
[He mutters this lowly as he watches the pebble bounce and roll away from him.
He then decides to sit down by the fountain, taking the book he'd come here with and opens it. Looking it over, he sighs and shut it again forcefully.]
I hate journals.
[Not exactly off to a good start here in Luceti.]