by Rated R » Wed May 11, 2011 9:48 am
Mo sat in a tree branch and crowed like a crow, lonely. He pecked his feet in an attempt to relieve his boredom and loneliness. {can Mo be a lyre bird instead}
Sam slept, breathing heavily and slowly. He was comfortable and was in coyote form.
Mo flew to the tree. He whistled a few notes. He was a lyre bird and lyre birds can copy any sound.
woah guys, i'm back, after a very long time.
missed this place <3
my wmes