03-21-2018, 10:27 AM
// you do you but as a warning the pink is kinda hard to read : V
Try writing 'deeppink' instead of 'pink' so you get this : D
or hotpink for this!
How many lost folks were just going to walk up to this frozen place? Wouldn't they want to go somewhere warmer and lusher? Maybe they were lost, just like she was. Cry was adjusting quite nicely to the frozen weather herself and took a liking to the cold, but thee fellas all looked like tourists. A site for sore eyes as they shined in the white snow like spotlights. A paint splatter amongst a blank canvas. It was disorientating at times.
Cry was about to walk away from the stranger before she noticed the other walking with a limp. ... She couldn't leave this one out by herself. Cold or not, no one could survive with an injury like that. Not alone. The raven opened her uninjured wing, gliding down from the low tree branch she was resting in. She turned up to Sugarpop, a chortle escaping her throat.
A few feet away, the raven cawed. She blinked up at Sugarpop, turning her head in the direction of camp. Crystal was not much of a speaker, preferring to stay quiet, so much like the other joiners, her best course of action was to lead the other to people that were willing to speak. The raven started to hop away, shaking the snow from her tallons before turning back to Sugar. She blinked. Come along, now. You're almost there.
"SPEECH"
Try writing 'deeppink' instead of 'pink' so you get this : D
or hotpink for this!
How many lost folks were just going to walk up to this frozen place? Wouldn't they want to go somewhere warmer and lusher? Maybe they were lost, just like she was. Cry was adjusting quite nicely to the frozen weather herself and took a liking to the cold, but thee fellas all looked like tourists. A site for sore eyes as they shined in the white snow like spotlights. A paint splatter amongst a blank canvas. It was disorientating at times.
Cry was about to walk away from the stranger before she noticed the other walking with a limp. ... She couldn't leave this one out by herself. Cold or not, no one could survive with an injury like that. Not alone. The raven opened her uninjured wing, gliding down from the low tree branch she was resting in. She turned up to Sugarpop, a chortle escaping her throat.
A few feet away, the raven cawed. She blinked up at Sugarpop, turning her head in the direction of camp. Crystal was not much of a speaker, preferring to stay quiet, so much like the other joiners, her best course of action was to lead the other to people that were willing to speak. The raven started to hop away, shaking the snow from her tallons before turning back to Sugar. She blinked. Come along, now. You're almost there.
"SPEECH"