Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Sheep was the last thing she had ever thought to see in this region. How? came to mind, closely followed by Why? and also Yum, because sheep meat had been a staple luxury in the house growing up, and it was probably as nostalgic to her as a spare hand was to Asta. Getting tired of my own words
"Alright," she responded with a dreamy smile, returning Danta's teasing with a hungry smile that would have worried her to pieces if she'd seen it in a mirror. "Pick whichever one you like best. I'll follow on the ground."
Sinking into the shape of her first shift, her molten tiger form was quite a bit larger than the petite woman. Focusing its white-gold gaze on the flock of sheep below, their prancing and bouncing had an itch of excitement build within. Creeping slowly towards the edge, low towards the ground, it was only the tip of her tail that swished eagerly back and forth. [/i]
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
