06-03-2018, 03:02 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Iosef was used to the bitter cold, having been born and raised in a freezing tundra in this life as a tiger. He was well adjusted for the extreme when it came to climate and temperature because of it, also thanks to his own natural defenses such as his layered pelt. Such physical attributes were quite pointless in a tropical rainforest, an island of humidity and warmth and not a flake of snow to be seen, even in the middle of winter. His current form was so horribly redundant, but he felt that he preferred it to his original Belgian Malinois body belonging to his first life. Ah, the things you'd do to escape the past! Or, rather, try to escape the past.
At the sight of the obsidian wolf upon his stroll, Iosef remarked, "Settling in well?" He, too, was a newcomer, technically, though in his instance he had returned to the island. But it was nice to check in on others that were truly foreign to the territory.
At the sight of the obsidian wolf upon his stroll, Iosef remarked, "Settling in well?" He, too, was a newcomer, technically, though in his instance he had returned to the island. But it was nice to check in on others that were truly foreign to the territory.
[glow=#0097a3,2,300]LOSERS WEEPERS[/glow] — ❆
haha rip these goofs