Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
She was close, Maea could feel it in her whiskers. But despite the scent she could neither hear nor see anything, and the brambles were too dense for her large body to get through. Getting tired of my own words
Considering the options, she could go back to the unguarded safe area, or attempt to get a better vantage point. Settling for that, the tiger shrank into a gore crow, and with flutter of wings Maea took to the air where she began to circle, looking mostly for Thalassa but also keeping an eye out of anything else that might reveal a hidden figure.
This time, if she spotted something, she was ready to act. Was it enough to spot them, or did she have to tag them too? Perhaps she would tag, just to be on the safe side.
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Maea shifts to her gore crow form and tries to spot Thalassa from above
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
