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
She can feel the slight shift around them as the creatures begin to erupt from the little burrows her sister’s currently flushing. As the tiny creatures begin to move, guided toward the freedom of other areas that wouldn’t be torn up to make a new home for themselves, Caly focuses on continuing to carve out little lines for the markets, uprooting little shrubs and anything else that gets in her way that she can.
The soft, soaked ground is heavy as it is dirty, and the pale fur of her legs are painted dark with the mud from the work as her sister responds. Her whiskers twitch but its an amused sound that leaves her as she shoots a glance over toward the hybrid. Almost done with this half! The other side still needed some work, but for now, trying to make the space as uncomfortable for the fauna to return to was her main goal.
The soft, soaked ground is heavy as it is dirty, and the pale fur of her legs are painted dark with the mud from the work as her sister responds. Her whiskers twitch but its an amused sound that leaves her as she shoots a glance over toward the hybrid. Almost done with this half! The other side still needed some work, but for now, trying to make the space as uncomfortable for the fauna to return to was her main goal.
Calypso
your world's an ideal
