we all need something to live for
mortis
06-10-2022, 05:55 PM
She shook her head. "It's still pretty damn rude" Wren pointed out, frowning as her skull stilled. She looked directly at him, grasping the stories of winged beasts in lore. There never seemed to be a winged wolf - until now. And he was not from lore, but reality. She felt heat radiate from her cheeks as she admitted her mistake to him "especially since I'm new here." She didn't want to get on anyone's bad side. One-of-a-kind aside, Wren saw him as just another pack member. The wings just threw her for a bit, having seen wonderful and amazing mutations in Boreas and Auster. But she was just a plain jane. Who'd want her when others existed? She shook the thought away, annoyed with herself. "I'm Wren" she introduced herself, giving a nod "I, uh, only know three wolves by name here. You aren't one of them." She flashed a joking smile his way. Ruga, Basilisk and Sirius. She repeated them like a mantra. |
put me out of my misery
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me