let's kill the night and go down in style || p; skoll

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]


    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]BUT TONIGHT I'M F-CKING YOU[/glow]


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent;font-family: arial; width: 260px;text-align: justify;]

    ♔ - ♔ - ♔


    jackson had been, to say the least, trying out making stuff. honestly he was a terrible craftsmen so this was a new experience for him- but he would work this over eventually. so far he had made a wooden sword and was swinging it to and fro, successfully slicing through the air for the first time. the last several times it had gone flying in a curve and smacked him in the back of the head or just went and hit the wall. thankfully, he had his hat on but it was kind of a sucky helmet at the moment. "oh dang, i'm the best blacksmith ever..." he muttered, clearly excited over finally not sending the wooden weapon at himself or the wall, though that had nothing to do with his crafting skills. he then sat down, glancing around for someone to show off his skills to- orange eyes gleaming in the slowly approaching night. he had been at this all day afterall.




    [align=center]

    tags

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:98%; text-align: justify]
    Sköll had been reading, or learning, a new language when the motion of the sword captured his attention. The tiger's tail flicked with curiosity as he spotted Jackson swinging around a sword. He must have just crafted it, Sköll guessed as he stood to stretch. The brute contemplated approaching the obnoxious male, but he decided his eyes needed a break from reading foreign words. So with that, the tiger padded over to the feline, eyes dull due to mild weariness. "What are you up to, Jackson?"


    TAGS

    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]


    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]BUT TONIGHT I'M F-CKING YOU[/glow]


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent;font-family: arial; width: 260px;text-align: justify;]

    ♔ - ♔ - ♔


    i spy with my little eye.. it was basically useless for him to be scanning the area, he had no idea what he was searching for besides signs of life. and then skoll spoke. oh, what luck. skoll! "yo skolly!" jackson went over and instantly was at his king's side, attempting to throw an arm around the larger feline,"just being amazing at sword making." the dark colored male then realized that the tiger could think he was bluffing, so he quickly left to go pick up his sword, glancing back at skoll. "watch." though luck would have it that the first time he swung the sword, it went flying, a look of devastation hitting jackson's face at the failure- though it got even worse. the wooden object came right back, it was like a sword boomerang, and knocked the shocked cat upside his head. jackson's hat plopped to the ground beside him, as he had found his ruined resting place, glaring at the floor as if to melt it. so there he was, laying on the ground facing away from his king with a sword on his head and hat on the ground- it was a sight to see. however, the irritated mass of fur on the ground was not done and stood up, the sword clattering to the ground as he turned to go back to skoll. and then he tripped. on the sword. and fell face first onto the ground.




    [align=center]

    tags

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 8pt; line-height:98%; text-align: justify]
    The tiger's immediate response to the nickname and the arm about his side was to pull away, and he did. He tiger shook away the male's paw lips curling briefly as he boasted now. But then the Gods seemed to have come down, or some form of Karma, righting the wrong and making a complete fool out of the blacksmith. Sköll pursed his lips to stifle his laughter, but still a few heavy breaths of laughter escaped his nose.


    "Yes," He murmured, moving to seat himself, as if enjoying the show presented to him free of charge. "Quite amazing, Jackson." He spoke, tone dripping with sarcasm, eyes glittering with amusement.


    TAGS

    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]


    [glow=#ff4a00,2,300]BUT TONIGHT I'M F-CKING YOU[/glow]


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px solid transparent;font-family: arial; width: 260px;text-align: justify;]

    ♔ - ♔ - ♔


    now it was jackson's turn to be irritated,"oh, shut up." the short-tailed tom sat up, lightly rubbing a white paw over his aching face. "it's still a work in progress." he added, glancing at the tiger to see his amusement at the scene that had just happened,"i can do flips too.." however this time he just stared in uncertainty at the ground- not sure if he should attempt the move. he was actually really good at doing flips but he had some kind of unlucky streak today, that much was obvious. "later though." yeah, he wouldn't be doing them now- instead later, when no one was watching and he could mess up as many times as he pleased. "anyway, how does it feel to be king?" jackson wiggled his invisible eyebrows as he stressed 'king', rather interested to see the tiger's take on it.




    [align=center]

    tags