#regularmonsters

[cyborgbara-archived]

#Jen ya look different #Ya get a haircut?

Sloop please never change

[thedryadfromtheforest-blog]

(for the Destroyed Safe Place prompt) "Pardon my sayin', Lil Lady, but you look lost." The masked giant had crept up to the dryad quietly, but was sure to still keep a small distance away as to not scare her. His voice was quiet in sincere concern for the stranger, though loud enough to make itself known and hopefully not startle her. "Are you alrigh'?" (-regular-monsters)

To say the Dryad looked lost was an understatement. She looked off into nothing with glazed eyes. She seemed haggard, and an aura of sorrow seemed to wrap around her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she turned to the source of the voice, looking through him instead of at him. And all she did was limply shake her head, and return to looking off into nothing.

[zonezerodameblanche]

Regular-monsters

Lost, sucre was lost and there was no other way to put it. Being different from the Elsen that populated the zone, sucre was able to hear the whisperings of the nothingness through the shadows of those who bore them. It was often that she was drawn to these, for reasons she could not explain. This was one of many reasons for her to be isolated in the basement.

These whisperings had led her far beyond the confines of her game today. Eyes hollow and movements jerky, she was almost zombie like until her trance had come to a sudden close. It was almost like being hypnotized. She might as well have been hypnotized.

Lost. Not sure where to go she turned and looked around. Nobody. Nobody in sight. Well this was just fantastic. Simply super. Oh well. She could hold her own against a bear, she figured she would be safe against any potential threats. But it wouldn't help her find a way back.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Well it was worth a shot.