[Truly we're all living in dieagrams lately. Godspeed.
Black and white and some black-white strands as well, while you're digging there. The blood is frozen onto the sheath, much like the knife she picked up before, but the inside of the sheath and the sword itself are clean. Nothing slithers out and tries to facehug her. ☆
'Tis time for igloo... 2! Electric Igaloo-- While she's heading over there, strolling by the spikes again, I should note that in addition to the blood there's bits of organic matter and cloth also stuck on the spikes because she has eyes. There's just a lot of things clamoring for her eyettention at once.
Speaking of which, closer to the other igloo, she'll come across some damaged brown feathers in the snow as well. There's also a hint of gunpowder in the air around here.]
cw: gore
Black and white and some black-white strands as well, while you're digging there. The blood is frozen onto the sheath, much like the knife she picked up before, but the inside of the sheath and the sword itself are clean. Nothing slithers out and tries to facehug her. ☆
'Tis time for igloo... 2! Electric Igaloo-- While she's heading over there, strolling by the spikes again, I should note that in addition to the blood there's bits of organic matter and cloth also stuck on the spikes because she has eyes. There's just a lot of things clamoring for her eyettention at once.
Speaking of which, closer to the other igloo, she'll come across some damaged brown feathers in the snow as well. There's also a hint of gunpowder in the air around here.]