ardent

strange things are happening to me



Bramble

The Hallows
Envoy

Master Fighter (400)

Master Intellectual (420)

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age
2 Years
gender
Female
gems
68
size
Dire wolf
build
Light
posts
243
player
Bunni

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Samhain 2022
10-15-2024, 04:29 PM
The scenery had changing seemingly indefinitely. When she thought that perhaps the red sky would turn pale once more the next day, it proved it would not. That reason alone unsettled Bramble, sending a shiver down her spine every time she glanced up at the darkened red moon. She wouldn't let it deter her from venturing outside. Not when her siblings were willing to go and venture out to the odd, winding channels that had risen along Shimmering Shore. Following Silas dutifully in a companionable silence, one might find it odd that she wasn't speaking. Truthfully, she was too unsettled to really find the words for conversation.

When Silas tripped over a mound, Bramble let out a gasp. She too had began to feel the deep, deep rumbles from below and thought maybe Silas had tripped because of them. "Careful," she warns quietly, her own teal gaze drawing down to the disturbed grass and dirt at their paws. "What if it collapses?" Bramble can't hide the strain of worry in her tone as she too felt the urge to dig. Without much thought, her paws begin to move by Silas', digging down into the ground.

"Bramble"

bramble's companions are to be assumed near her unless stated otherwise.