by childo » Sat Aug 03, 2013 2:44 pm
Snowden nodded as he tried to imagine the rock in his hands, he frowned for a moment before giving it back "thank you, it's quite nice" he said thoughtfully, smiling a little at the new experience.
Genie purred as she fell asleep, and although she was cursing the bars that seperated her from Zemos, she still found herself at peace, no longer did the screams that usually echoed through out the corridors keep her awake, she was in her own world and she was becoming reluctant to let it go, the illusion was saving her from the crushing reality for their situation
Chenoa, my fursona.
(Made transparent by Geirou, and created by Geirou)
Spirits walking through the night,
Glowing with their souls alight,
Out of the resting place an angel stirs,
Casting away the halo of hers,
The rebellious words that she spoke,
Took away heavens hope,
Fallen angels own your soul.
