— 𝑼𝑵𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬.

she won’t force it, ever, but these realms are exactly the place the wake something dormant. beginning to snack away on the waiting carrion..

does he want some too? :>

a lesbian with no tongue and no fingers 😔

side eyeing the crows eating survivor-meat.. maybe she could have just a nibble..

the dire crows are. . a lot more material outside of trials. massive beasts, with an unusual toothy overbite on their beaks. she’s petting one:

|| just bought the fortnite pack 😔

there’s some feathers growing on her neck and shoulders.. shrugging them proudly.

walking through forests, the rain is comforting after the constant rays of the desert. though the entity will likely send her back soon.

|| it’s not one of the best perks but i feel like carmina should always have spies from the shadows

crows covering shoulders —

sulking 😒

perhaps both. though they are never truly alone, always followed by a murder of crows.

sitting in the sand, relaxing.

that’s not what she believes. they are her flock, her family. now, can the mutt stop acting like the runt of its litter and take a fucking bite of something real?

|| ohh about to angst

so she’s supposed to just sit and watch?

why not?