try to be living as your vice
and can you be my type?
Any new exploring Peter did, he did in his new form, feeling more secure with the promise of jaws and fast legs than with anything he had in his usual body, magic notwithstanding. The newfound feeling of safety made him bolder, exploring further into the Hollowed Grounds than he had before, scrabbling through ruins and fallen streets until he'd come upon a bleached stone bridge. He knew better than to think it was actually bone, even in his home creatures of that size were rare, their skeletons even more so.
Still, it was interesting enough to draw him forward, paws stepping onto the bridge, eyes focused forwards along its span, where he noticed something that was decidedly not part of the white stone. Something furry, though still. Stealth was not something this body was skilled in, so with the length of the bridge still between them, he reached out with his mind, hoping this was something like the panther had been, a familiar face in unfamiliar skin. Hello?
Still, it was interesting enough to draw him forward, paws stepping onto the bridge, eyes focused forwards along its span, where he noticed something that was decidedly not part of the white stone. Something furry, though still. Stealth was not something this body was skilled in, so with the length of the bridge still between them, he reached out with his mind, hoping this was something like the panther had been, a familiar face in unfamiliar skin. Hello?
cause we need to be given a good life
and can I be your type of metal?
PETER
Base Code by Sky!
