flood
03-08-2017, 09:17 PM
The sky had fallen. It wasn't the best of times, it wasn't the worst of times... it was the end of times. Over. All of it was game over, and she was not feeling all that well with it. She is a ghost of a different time and a different place, a different time. Salem feels strange as her graceful paws curse the ground, shivering to herself. Shivering, despite the height of summer. Not cold. No, not cold, just weird. Everything about the ghost is weird. Pale eyes, leaving her looking like some sort of zombie, as she looks out across the Steppee. She'd only just arrived in the east, touching down, curious. There was some sort of pack here, some sort of... well. Yeah, she supposed that even here, there were packs. So far away from the shores Salem had turned her back on, this one looks... not so different. It's by no means different, and she finds herself pining for it. Spirane had risen from the ground with rocky spires, the slate ground, all of it... looked like this. The breath leaves Salem's lungs as she stands on the edge, looking off, shivering. An absolute ghost. salem my name is blue canary |