Isabella7Storm5
“You are what you dare”
None of us know what we’re doiiinnngggggProbably cuz you don’t know either![]()



Whose idea was it to have this take place on a ship



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None of us know what we’re doiiinnngggggProbably cuz you don’t know either![]()
In seriousness though, I won't be able to write tonight, but I'll try and get on it tomorrow. I left V off in her cabin, right?(Okay @RDchicken99, we desperately need you to summon Vhanya to give us all something to do)
I’m scaredIn seriousness though, I won't be able to write tonight, but I'll try and get on it tomorrow. I left V off in her cabin, right?
She gon' eat you.I’m scared![]()
Come right up out of the screen…She gon' eat you.
Gecko cocked his head. "Eh..." he reached toward the bird. That bird... He laid a palm on the bird's back and patted it.Galen gasped in surprise as he was pulled into a firm embrace, spun and stumbled backwards as he was promptly dropped back onto the deck.
“Yes, alive and uneaten.” He glanced up at the sky and stuck out his arm, “and you are very welcome.”
The falcon swooped down in a flurry of wings and landed precariously on Galen’s fist.
(@Isabella7Storm5... you may wanna address this)Gecko cocked his head. "Eh..." he reached toward the bird. That bird... He laid a palm on the bird's back and patted it.
"Nice bawd..." he kept patting it, his claws curling in with everytime his hand fell on the bird's back. He brought his other hand to the bird's chest as though to hold, but his claws pointed inward.
"Nice, bawd-y," he smiled. He stopped patting and his claws tightened into the bird's back, his eyes fixated on the feathered creature. Never before, had he been so close to such a victim.
(Y’all need to chill, I’m talking deep things, such as dysfunctional relationships, with fatha’(@Isabella7Storm5... you may wanna address this)
(BEHOLD: threeeeeish sentences)Gecko cocked his head. "Eh..." he reached toward the bird. That bird... He laid a palm on the bird's back and patted it.
"Nice bawd..." he kept patting it, his claws curling in with everytime his hand fell on the bird's back. He brought his other hand to the bird's chest as though to hold, but his claws pointed inward.
"Nice, bawd-y," he smiled. He stopped patting and his claws tightened into the bird's back, his eyes fixated on the feathered creature. Never before, had he been so close to such a victim.