now's the time to PANIC
sea
11-28-2021, 08:53 PM
'Any port in a storm' was Omen's motto currently, so when a voice called out to her that seemed to promise safety she made a beeline for it. For all she knew she was running head first into a gunny sack meant for a slave market and you know what? That seemed like a problem for future her because current her was about to lose her tail to a nasty coyote.
She leaped towards the stranger's voice, catching glimpses of red here and there through the tangle of branches. "Where?" she cried fearfully while looking over her shoulder. "It's going to get its yuck on me!" Her head whipped back around again and she swept her eyes frantically across the crowded path ahead for a way forward. There were so many thorns!
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