by Wildmagic_warrior » Sun May 01, 2011 5:05 pm
The heartless hissed, but there was a distinct note of laughter in it. The other was silent, picking the boy up as soon as he stopped struggling so much. On the brink of unconsciousness or death, people often saw through the heartless, to what they were before they lost themselves in the darkness. The silent heartless hissed at the other, who grabbed the boy's feet. They skittered off into the woods, then left them on the far side and began scuttling across the broad, flat plains. In the distance sat the ruins of an ancient palace, and in the ruins, on an abandoned throne, lounged Cat, Prince of the Shadowlands.
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! English is my first language, but I also speak Russian and sign ASL.