Hey, guy. Let people think what they wanna think. 'Angel' isn't an offensive term, no matter how much you perceive it to be. Calm it, yeah?
They're just shooting you a compliment, so chill.
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Hey, guy. Let people think what they wanna think. 'Angel' isn't an offensive term, no matter how much you perceive it to be. Calm it, yeah?
They're just shooting you a compliment, so chill.
Several months back, I enlisted myself to run errands in Feather's zone while he recovered from severe injuries. While I was there, I made a point to listen to the gossip that the people of his world had to share. From what Feather himself has told me, along with what I learned in the shadows of Westopolis, this fella's capable of a lot more than I originally thought.
I'm not one for stealth missions, and I pretty much roasted under that cloak, but the intel I gathered all that time ago has led me to believe that should Mephiles gain the desire to annihilate more than just Feather's world, he most certainly could find ours. We're not hard to miss, on the bigger scheme of things. We're a frozen planet. Could probably easily see that from space.
Or...however this whole multiverse thing works.
winged-master-of-chaos started following you
"...You have wings."
Was this Shadow? It looked like him, but at the same time, wings. That was something he hadn't ever seen on anything other than a bird. Unless...
"Are you an angel sent by Solaris?"
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My character wakes up to see yours sleeping with them in their bed.
Maria was well on her way to a sound, dreamless sleep when the soft creaking of bed springs coaxed her back into waking. As soon as she was certain her visitor had settled, she rolled over, already knowing who it would be.
Well. Almost.
It was Shadow, though, not her Shadow.
The same long, arching wings of black, white, and red which she had admired upon meeting the alternate hedgehog were folded lopsidedly on his back. Maria smiled.
Perhaps he was from another world, another dimension, another zone, whatever you wished to call it, but he was still Shadow.
Wordlessly, the little girl sat up and covered him with her blanket before scooting in closer to him and falling back to sleep.
winged-master-of-chaos has entered
"...Shadow?"
"Is that you...?"
#it's a clash of zones
How true that is. When stuff's on fire here, it's almost the opposite of what it means to others. If nobody's in danger, fire is a symbol of hope. It's heat, it's warmth. It's strength. You get what I mean?
How you holding up over there, anyway?
Feather's gettin' a tad excited about this. This 'Commander' really must be some sort of 'special'.