Thalassa
They created the monster
With things decided, Thal shifts, taking off to the sky with large flaps of her membranous wings. Trees ruffle beneath the shift of air, adding a low rustle to the creepy atmosphere, but she ignored them as she scanned the forest for signs of flowers. Her lyvern form made it easy to spot different things, animals, plants, and apparently an abandoned camp.
Intrigued, she glided down to shift, exploring the area with her hands hovering carefully over her daggers in case whatever had ravaged the camp lingered nearby. Since it was obvious that the woman wasn't going to be using any of the supplies, she ruffled through the objects she'd left behind when she stepped into Mort's realm. When she'd found everything of interest - and no flowers - Thal shifted back, turning north to continue her search from the skies.
Thalassa heads North.
Intrigued, she glided down to shift, exploring the area with her hands hovering carefully over her daggers in case whatever had ravaged the camp lingered nearby. Since it was obvious that the woman wasn't going to be using any of the supplies, she ruffled through the objects she'd left behind when she stepped into Mort's realm. When she'd found everything of interest - and no flowers - Thal shifted back, turning north to continue her search from the skies.
Thalassa heads North.
and then asked why I bite.
