Yours Are Stained With Red
This place was wild. Everything was weird, the plants were all glowy and shit. The lavender damsel trod over them without much care, since there wasn't much a plant could do to her feet at this point. Voices were faintly audible somewhere ahead, and she was curious to see who the sources were. Water dripped from overhead and onto her head, sometimes landing in her ears. Nasty. It was probably filled with worm poop and diseases. Why was she down here again? Dying of some gross worm-poop-disease wasn't on her list of super cool things to do today. A voice rang out once more, and she was reminded of her intentions. A colourful frog leaped past ehr feet, scaling the wall behind her and disappearing into the shadows. Stepping out into a cavernous room with marginally better lighting, she spotted a wolf and a bird. She had seen that little girl with the cat friend, so it was likely that these two were buddies as well, based on how they were interacting. The bird was collecting.. mushrooms? Weird glowy ones. The wolf had some kind of weird thing on their back. This was an odd bunch, she could tell that already. "If you're planning to eat those later, I'm gonna call that now as a bad idea." She announced casually, kicking one such fungus out of the way. She had met some wolves who ate mushrooms to get high, but she doubted that's what these ones would do. |