Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on May 2, 2020 at 07:09:47 PM by FIRESTORM
 " But I'm not dead! " she exclaims. " I'm alive, and standing right here, talking to you! You can smell me!" except, she wan't really talking -- her voice was elevated, almost in a panic. Some part of her mind questioned her very existence, because clearly Wendigo knew something that Firestorm didn't about.. this 'thing' that couldn't be spoken about, for example. Which was twice as puzzling than it had been, before. Firestorm mulls over Wendigo's words, before turning her attention to her. " Where did you first learn about it? " she asked, figuring the source of the story surrounding whatever it was that Wendigo hesitated to speak of differed from the creature itsself. Surely, there had to be a way to learn more about it that didn't deliberately name names, right? Her ears point with interest at Wendigo. A brief breeze rushed by, tugging at the tufts of her crimson mane, the rogue strands flickering in the cool winter breeze. " Or, maybe, how did you first learn about it? " she asked, sensing that this very moment would be one that stuck with her, forever. And so too would Wendigo. |
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