If they tell my story
I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory
Watching Korbin write out so many messages on the snow was tiring, Morgan straining her eyes to see the white on white, already growing sick of this method of communication. Rolling her eyes she took her bag off her back and slammed it on the ground, fumbled around inside until she brought out a leather bound stack of paper and a pencil. Hearing that he'd been cursed didn't really surprise her, if he'd been this difficult at the shrine.
First scribbling I was making a vow on the paper, she then thrust it towards him, indicating he should use that to talk to her now rather than write in the snow. Buckling her bag back up she sighed as she noticed she'd gotten blood on several of her items, having forgotten about her hand already: She'd always had an ability to block out pain.
First scribbling I was making a vow on the paper, she then thrust it towards him, indicating he should use that to talk to her now rather than write in the snow. Buckling her bag back up she sighed as she noticed she'd gotten blood on several of her items, having forgotten about her hand already: She'd always had an ability to block out pain.
Or Rise Up
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
