10-04-2018, 12:55 AM
coma baby
PERSEPHONE — FEMME — SUNHAVEN — DAWNGUARD — 5 M/O
Persephone knew better than to try to get too close to these vicious animals. They were out to eat her, after all. She was a mere deerling without much meat to her body, but she was food to a small creature if they could manage to capture her.
The young doe had found herself wandering after the crowd which had gathered around an unfamiliar woman, her ears pricked in curiousness as she listened in. Check ups? Like a doctors checkup? Was this woman a medic? Hades had always had first rate doctors check her out when she had gotten sick with some disease that gods got, but never in her life had she ever seen someone heal with herbs.
"Language, please." The Dawnguard spoke up softly, delicate limbs carrying herself forward patiently. Persephone rather preferred not being around all of this noise, but she could deal with it for now. After all, she had to keep an eye out on everything. She had a job to do, and Perse wasn't going to just let these fools have at each other.
"Um.. Thank you for doing these checkups.." She muttered softly, the soft click of her hooves on a stone or two being the only thing alerting them of her presence, unless they could smell her.
The young doe had found herself wandering after the crowd which had gathered around an unfamiliar woman, her ears pricked in curiousness as she listened in. Check ups? Like a doctors checkup? Was this woman a medic? Hades had always had first rate doctors check her out when she had gotten sick with some disease that gods got, but never in her life had she ever seen someone heal with herbs.
"Language, please." The Dawnguard spoke up softly, delicate limbs carrying herself forward patiently. Persephone rather preferred not being around all of this noise, but she could deal with it for now. After all, she had to keep an eye out on everything. She had a job to do, and Perse wasn't going to just let these fools have at each other.
"Um.. Thank you for doing these checkups.." She muttered softly, the soft click of her hooves on a stone or two being the only thing alerting them of her presence, unless they could smell her.
WITH YOUR SICK HEAD
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