02-12-2021, 10:00 AM
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SEVEN
She couldn't correctly think. Her mind was fuzzy and everything seemed a blur. She looked to her shoulder, examining how it had been patched up by someone back at the icy islands. It still stung, and she wanted to rip away the bandaging.
Standing to Brutei's side she stared at the swamp. Home. But still everything felt fuzzy. Like webs. The only thing that was concrete was the fear she felt. Would she ever be rid of it?
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Standing to Brutei's side she stared at the swamp. Home. But still everything felt fuzzy. Like webs. The only thing that was concrete was the fear she felt. Would she ever be rid of it?
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* But you could buy up all the stars, and it wouldn't change who you are.*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Seven -- Tigress -- Congregants of Genesis