~I.v.o.r.y~
Type ~ Medium
Crush ~ None
Feeling ~ Flustered
- Ivory shook her head at Skye. "No, Skye, this isn't time to fool around. If those hunters get you they'll either kill us or drag us off to scientists that will stick thousands of needles in you." She said, shivering at the thought of needles piercing her skin. "Lets just go back to the mansion and think of a plan there. Even if the hunters will track us, it's better then staying out in a open clearing."







