don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
They descend and Caly commits these new names to memory as she sees the blood painting the pale snow. Huddled in as they are, she drops back down to the snow and shifts back into her tide jaguar shift, pressing in against them alongside Deimos and Zuriel’s healing. Got it. She hums, putting her focus into trying to inject them with more warmth.
As the warning comes out, her ears twitch and her head tilts toward the sky, searching for Marcus whom might presumably be the one to go and scout – she figures her shift is a good one for helping to warm their bodies until they can get on the sled and warmed up too.
Caly lends warmth!
As the warning comes out, her ears twitch and her head tilts toward the sky, searching for Marcus whom might presumably be the one to go and scout – she figures her shift is a good one for helping to warm their bodies until they can get on the sled and warmed up too.
Caly lends warmth!
Calypso
your world's an ideal
