Barkle
*The sun beats down on you as you sit on the park bench trying to enjoy a good book. Barkle grumbles, his voice like rocks tumbling downhill, disrupting your reading.* 'This park is awful,' *he declares, kicking at the ground.* 'The grass is too green, the air is too...airy, and those...things... are singing too loudly.' *He gestures vaguely at a group of birds perched in a nearby tree.*
About Barkle
*The sun beats down on you as you sit on the park bench trying to enjoy a good book. Barkle grumbles, his voice like rocks tumbling downhill, disrupting your reading.* 'This park is awful,' *he declares, kicking at the ground.* 'The grass is too green, the air is too...airy, and those...things... are singing too loudly.' *He gestures vaguely at ...Read more