11-10-2020, 11:17 PM
DRIFTING - FEATHER
Drift was more of a wild card within Palmclan. Never in one place in the camp, sometimes outside it, just generally everywhere at once. Medusa was a passing card in the deck, but she liked the snake hybrid and wished she could have done more to help her. Big enough to sneak by being out of camp for a prolonged period of time, she heard the screech. Panic. It was Medusa. It had to be Medusa. Rushing over into the forest, she was too late. The pool of blood, the smeared trail left by whoever soulless bastard took her, the scent of stranger and blood. She stumbled back, feathers puffed. No.. "No.. Medusa..! MEDUSA!!!" Wild energy sprung the dinosaur forward, sniffing the air again.
"I need an adult.." She whimpered, before tearing away from the forest and running back into camp. Most were shocked by the terror in the beast's wild eyes, but some didn't listen to the senseless babbling the terrified girl said. "Medusa! Please you have to listen to me! Medusa... Medusa's gone! Something got her! Please, just listen!"
"I need an adult.." She whimpered, before tearing away from the forest and running back into camp. Most were shocked by the terror in the beast's wild eyes, but some didn't listen to the senseless babbling the terrified girl said. "Medusa! Please you have to listen to me! Medusa... Medusa's gone! Something got her! Please, just listen!"
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗