~I.v.o.r.y~
Type ~ Medium
Crush ~ None
Feeling ~ Nervous
- Ivory leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closing as sleep slowly took over. She hadn't slept in days, and her body felt weak. Of course, this sleep wasn't like laying in a comfortable bed without any worries. She was in a hot cave, and it was hard to breathe. Hunters were looking for her and her friends, and death had found it's way to their group. Shuddering, Ivory wrapped her arms around herself and tried to let sleep win over her thoughts.






