Feb 14, 2014
I love abrightland so much she's my favorite blog ever!!!!!! EDIT: this was a hack. Not that I don't love my Dorbsy.
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I love abrightland so much she's my favorite blog ever!!!!!! EDIT: this was a hack. Not that I don't love my Dorbsy.
((I want to greet someone of my new followers! I did follow all of you btw this is a side blog and my main blog is xLuria. If you want to rp with me you can send an ask or write up a starter and tag it vulpesairin or xluria and I'll respond as soon as I can. This also goes for anyone who would like to rp with me because I would love to meet you and your character(s)!))
Xavia stumbled forwards, grabbing onto whatever stood around her to get her balance back. Her knees where scraped and bloody, her short brown hair full of thorns, breath coming quickly. She wasn't sure if the labyrinth would return, but if it did, she would have to run even faster. Xavia began to stand, letting go of the cloth bunched in her hands. Cloth? She frowned, then her eyes widened as she looked up, stumbling backwards. "Oh, I'm really sorry about that, um, I'm sorry!" She stammered.
Twila had seen the girl coming from a long way off, observing her silently as the sun set. She appeared to be wounded, and the blood on the air did nothing to quell that fear. She leapt down from the branch she was on, watching her come closer and holding still. Eventually, though, she got a little too close for comfort, and Twila stepped back, only to freeze as the girl grabbed her shoulder to keep her balance and took a breather. Twila didn't move, merely took the time to observe her further, before the girl finally seemed to realize just what, or who, she was holding onto, frantically letting go of Twila's cloak.
"It's... alright, little one." Twila muttered, cocking her head curiously. "Are you okay? You seem... frightened." That wasn't quite the word that Twila was thinking. She could smell the girl's fear, and it seemed more like petrification than anything else. Whatever she was running from, the girl had good reason to. "Do you need help?"