by Wildmagic_warrior » Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:07 am
Deep in the forest, a girl sat on a tree stump. However, if you took a good look at her, you would see that she flickered when you tried to catch a good glimpse of her. If you looked stright at where she was, you saw only a moss-covered stump and a rotting log. Eventually, the girl stood, and looked at her hands. They were transparent, like the rest of her. She took one and passed it through herself, frowning. "This isn't right." she said, looking through one hand at the forest.
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
but you can call me Wild.
Pronouns: he / him



I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech!