06-21-2022, 00:47:53 AM
Despite circling back to the group with plants in hand, Quinarva's cheer was totally gone at the sight of the dead trees. "Loggers?! Why..." She snorted and pawed the ground with her foot. Totally prepared to charge at whoever killed this beautiful forest, she was nearly burned by the wall of flame. It just made her angrier at that presence taunting her. "I will not be killed, Σκρόφα! Leave us at once!"
When the ghosts entered their bodies, she put on a flair for the dramatic. She clutched her waist and bent to the ground, snarling quietly while her face contorted in a pure chill. After all was said and done, she remained in that position, stunned and helpless.
Just dramatics...right?
When the ghosts entered their bodies, she put on a flair for the dramatic. She clutched her waist and bent to the ground, snarling quietly while her face contorted in a pure chill. After all was said and done, she remained in that position, stunned and helpless.
Just dramatics...right?
If you hear about someone putting characters through intense despair and misery, then that someone is probably me.