by kirishima » Thu Nov 25, 2010 8:50 am
Crimson's eyes flickered as she arose. The world around her was bleak and humid, but exceedingly dreary and far too dark to see. "Where am I?" She barked into the endless haze. The only answer was a call from the wind, and she howled out, "Show yourself!"
As if on cue, a thin transparent outline traced itself in the blackness. It seemed to represent herself, in a way. But this time the thin breeze carried a message:
You are already dead, Crimson... you are fighting for the life you don't have...
Crimson huffed out her chest fur. "Oh, really? What's that supposed to mean?"
they/them + infp + irl kano shuuya