Silent howls fill the highlander's ears, dressed in black garbs from neck to toe. An ebony jacket keeps Oscare warm in the cold of dusk, eyes behind a dark pair of shades scans the open ocean before him. Silently, he takes off his shades and peers up at the cloudy skies, searching for a star that might have pierced through the dank and dull bubbles above.
But there wasn't one to be found.
He returned his gaze to the ocean, holding one arms with a hand and watching the poor reflection of boring torment off the glistening and hopeful water, trying to find the sunshine just as desperately as Oscare was.
But the ocean was disappointed too.
But there wasn't one to be found.
He returned his gaze to the ocean, holding one arms with a hand and watching the poor reflection of boring torment off the glistening and hopeful water, trying to find the sunshine just as desperately as Oscare was.
But the ocean was disappointed too.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
