“You look familiar...."
Send “You look familiar” for a starter with an alternate version of my muse!
The atmosphere feel denser. Colder for sure. Wind billowing strong waves of snow as it harshly falls upon the ground. It’s dark, dark than normal.
Walking upon the usual path to Snowdin would be proven to be difficult, the normal path having been snowed over for who knows how long ago. Not far up the way a silhouette could be seen. From far away they don’t seem so large, but the closer Citrus gets the bigger the figure gets.
A branch underfoot draws the creatures attention, face snapping to find the source of the noise. Whoever they are looks very familiar, sporting bone wings and a broken halo.
Orange hoodie that had been given to him looks worn, dirty from unknown substances in the dark surroundings. Large, long claws move close to his face in almost a curious manner as he stares at the smaller skeleton. They look familiar though the hulking beast can’t seem to put his tongue on it. On one hand he wishes to get a closer look, on the other he has someone to feed back home.
Before Citrus can escape the skeleton that once was is already on him. Huge hands holding him down against plush snow and his face move in very -- and rather uncomfortably -- close to the other, growling low as bones make nasty crackling as he turns his head to the side.
What an odd thing.
Reminds him of someone back home.
At least, this will keep him from eating the poor thing. For now.
