Isla
Grove, Isla had said, and no sooner had she decided on it when the world closes in and her large form struggles even more to navigate the terrain. Growling under her breath (she thinks she is anyway), the manticore puts nose to the ground and her wings pin as close as she can get them. She moves away from Remi and Juniper that she might be able to forge a route through, though she's by no means immune to the call that rings through the forest, nor the scents that permeate the air.
This seems off, she remarks to Remi. This isn't how a marsh should smell. Quite what that means is beyond her, but one of her tufted ears flicks towards the duo as they proceed, able to hear them even if she can't join them. Do you think this might be her...?
This seems off, she remarks to Remi. This isn't how a marsh should smell. Quite what that means is beyond her, but one of her tufted ears flicks towards the duo as they proceed, able to hear them even if she can't join them. Do you think this might be her...?
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
