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It feels like wherever I go, there's trouble, and I'm not sure how much I'm the cause or not -- or how much others assume such. I seem to keep rubbing people the wrong way when I don't intend to. And when I do, no one wants to talk to me about it, so I'm left confused as to what I'm doing wrong...
@Alistor Reading your profile "Otter kaiju"? I am interested, I tend to like kaiju lots.
It looks haunting with it’s clipped claws devoid of use and ability, grasping for something which the world forgot. It feels right, though, and you fastening a roof of leaves between the statue’s fingers. By dark, the luminescence of the forest created a dim but peaceful light, and the nocturnal sounds fill your senses. It is safe. The forest is always safe your kind. Perhaps not the long gone creatures whose buildings and statues the forest eats.
The forest at night echoes with dreams of all creatures flowing through the roots of the tall trees. Your lover and you decided to top by dusk at the runes of a statue that looks like the hand of a species you have never seen before covered in moss and vines. The hand’s claws are clipped at the tips of their digits and no fur adorns it, only flesh. it sits grasping at something long since reclaimed by the woods.
Nettle -- a punk rock sheep. Ulfra - big wolf mama tf witch. Vedia -- Witch girl with magic sword. Wolf & sheep kin. Hazel and Willow are my sisters. Refugee from witches.town. An open book -- talk to me and I'll try to talk back as much as I can!