12-28-2020, 11:41 PM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
Did her eyes deceive her? Were there more warm bodies yet to replace the empty spaces left behind by earlier residents? Actually, wait, that sounded weird. Scratch that, don't say that, not out loud.
Again, just like before, Arrow had no fucking clue what she was looking at. Common sense decided that a hybrid of sorts was the final answer, after a few minutes of much contemplation until her metaphorical brain cells were fried. Not that such unique combinations were overtly strange or beyond her, albeit simple, comprehension, but every so often there would be a figure who she truly could not figure out what two or more parts made up their form. Whether it be from an animal she had not seen before, or one that was supposedly extinct. In this case, she recognized large dog and something with fangs as big as her head, perhaps bigger. Usually, back in the day, she'd question the newcomers from the intertwining branches above so her small and lanky form would not be in harm's way, considering how much stronger most of Earth's terrifying creatures were than her. But as she was already long dead, and an ethereal form was not something that you could really kick the shit out of, she opted for a new strategy.
"Distinct is an understatement way out here, but you're right about civilization...more or less." Arrow's skinny form weaved in and out between the foliage as if her body would really bear any weight on the plants, some of which easily just passed through her sides. "I'm sure the gang would be just pleased to have a new face around, provided you ain't got anything crazy in those satchels of yours."
Did her eyes deceive her? Were there more warm bodies yet to replace the empty spaces left behind by earlier residents? Actually, wait, that sounded weird. Scratch that, don't say that, not out loud.
Again, just like before, Arrow had no fucking clue what she was looking at. Common sense decided that a hybrid of sorts was the final answer, after a few minutes of much contemplation until her metaphorical brain cells were fried. Not that such unique combinations were overtly strange or beyond her, albeit simple, comprehension, but every so often there would be a figure who she truly could not figure out what two or more parts made up their form. Whether it be from an animal she had not seen before, or one that was supposedly extinct. In this case, she recognized large dog and something with fangs as big as her head, perhaps bigger. Usually, back in the day, she'd question the newcomers from the intertwining branches above so her small and lanky form would not be in harm's way, considering how much stronger most of Earth's terrifying creatures were than her. But as she was already long dead, and an ethereal form was not something that you could really kick the shit out of, she opted for a new strategy.
"Distinct is an understatement way out here, but you're right about civilization...more or less." Arrow's skinny form weaved in and out between the foliage as if her body would really bear any weight on the plants, some of which easily just passed through her sides. "I'm sure the gang would be just pleased to have a new face around, provided you ain't got anything crazy in those satchels of yours."