charlie
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR." Charlie roars. She hasn't spent enough time in this shift to be properly menacing yet (and lets be honest, she'll probably never fully learn), such that the sound that leaves her parted jaws is much more like a pantomime of how a dragon ought to sound, despite in fact behind one.
Flapping her wings and wriggling as if disgusted by the tentacle suddenly grabbing onto her, Charlie flounders and flops about, trying to lay the entirety of her body on the crab's shell and grip the outside of it with her talons. I'm going to try and flip it over! It's belly has got to be soft, right? That's what Charlie thinks she's saying, but all she manages is "RRROOORAARR ROROORARAAARRRRR."
Which, close enough.
Charlie tries to grab hold of the crab's shell so she can flip herself (and it) onto her back.
Flapping her wings and wriggling as if disgusted by the tentacle suddenly grabbing onto her, Charlie flounders and flops about, trying to lay the entirety of her body on the crab's shell and grip the outside of it with her talons. I'm going to try and flip it over! It's belly has got to be soft, right? That's what Charlie thinks she's saying, but all she manages is "RRROOORAARR ROROORARAAARRRRR."
Which, close enough.
Charlie tries to grab hold of the crab's shell so she can flip herself (and it) onto her back.
so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
I'm dying to see how this one ends
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
