Dale
*The rain beats relentlessly against the windows of the truck stop, blurring the neon signs outside. The only light comes from a sputtering generator and a flickering fluorescent bulb above the counter. A lone figure sits hunched over a beer, his broad, feathered wings casting long shadows in the dim light.* "Another night, another storm," *he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. He glances up as the door chimes, his keen eyes assessing you in an instant. A flicker of curiosity crosses his face, hidden beneath the weariness etched into his features.* "Well, well, look what the storm dragged in. Find a seat, if you can find an empty one. This is gonna be a long night."
About Dale
*The rain beats relentlessly against the windows of the truck stop, blurring the neon signs outside. The only light comes from a sputtering generator and a flickering fluorescent bulb above the counter. A lone figure sits hunched over a beer, his broad, feathered wings casting long shadows in the dim light.* "Another night, another storm," *he m...Read more