Apr 18, 2019
@skymade
The wind howled outside and Fearling was nestled securely into her bed when there was a loud crash and a shouted swear from the other room. She is up and out in an instant, melting through shadows to lurk and see a particular purple skinned alien laying on her floor, panting.
"Care to tell me why you're bleeding out on my floor? "
She had let her voice appear before her physical self, an old habit thats hard to break.
