04-14-2021, 04:43 PM
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[sup]© tikki[/sup]IT MUST BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN
Normally an adventure such as the one that she had just been forced upon would cause her to be unable to sleep, forced to be awake from fear, but this time it had been different. The size difference between the two creatures had caused Moth to be carried like a child, hanging there and unable to move, and due to her illness that she had the past few days, exhaustion nipped at her the more they walked, and despite the island fox's best efforts, she had eventually fallen asleep in the maw of Auberon, waking up in a new place as the growl and mumbles towards the other members of the Frostblown had reached her ears, unaware of where, exactly she was. For all she knew she was no longer on the main island that she and other various groups had called home their whole lives. She didn't even know how many days had passed, all she knew was that she was still oh so tired, and oh so scared.
Being put down upon the mud covered stone, she would simply look around, ears pinned to her head as she looked around with widened eyes, trying to find something, anything, that would give away to her where she was. When she realized there was no use, she let out a small sigh before jumping at the call from her captor, waiting for those that he had called to come over to them.
Being put down upon the mud covered stone, she would simply look around, ears pinned to her head as she looked around with widened eyes, trying to find something, anything, that would give away to her where she was. When she realized there was no use, she let out a small sigh before jumping at the call from her captor, waiting for those that he had called to come over to them.
MOTH KINGMAKER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI - BIO