09-27-2020, 08:21 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 450px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Buildings falling, crushing, snapping bones. Air leaving her body and world going black. Then there was nothing for a while, until suddenly there was something, but she wasn't in control, then nothing once more. And now she was covered in dirt, confused and lost for a moment, then in Tanglewood. In home.
She was a mainecoon, orange and white, long fur, as she had been before, it was if nothing had happened.
Moth was at the border, sitting, as she had been a year and a half ago, watching, and waiting, and listening. Though this time she welcomed the sticky mud of the swamp.
She was a mainecoon, orange and white, long fur, as she had been before, it was if nothing had happened.
Moth was at the border, sitting, as she had been a year and a half ago, watching, and waiting, and listening. Though this time she welcomed the sticky mud of the swamp.