We Are All Prisoners
06-11-2018, 02:21 PM
Location: Barren Hills She was cautious to watch her step as she could barely see the cracks in the earth's surface. Sniffing the shifts of the planet, she would trot slowly, step by step, in her endeavors to find anything of use to take back down with her to Auster. Snow covered nearly all of Boreas, even as she started to enter the desert lands. It was very concerning to her. The wolves up here couldn't come to her continent for supplies and they couldn't come up here. It would definitely not be a happy report back to her pack. She tripped in her thoughts, falling to her front knees but quickly regaining her balance only to stand and look at the blankets of snow that looked like smooth hilltops over the repetitive cracks across the land. |
Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger.  Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead |