#chirpingdeserts

Where... where am I? Panic and worry raced through the incubi’s mind as he woke up, not on his bed in the Anderson mansion, but on a metal grate high on top of an ancient looking tower surrounded by seemingly endless desert. Above him were.. birds? No.... floating.. scarves? What plain am I on? Besides the constant howling of the wind and the fluttering of the.. things above him, soft chimes could be heard somewhere in the vicinity, and Damien was honestly unsure if they were near or far. As he stood to his feet, a couple of the scarf-things curiously came closer before rejoining the.. school? They honestly looked like fish swimming in a school they way they were moving, their glowing glyphs puzzling Damien, as he had never seen a design like that before. More of these glyphs adorned the tower, and caused him to begin to question if it was a design or a language. The ginger was already beginning to sweat as the sun bore down on him, “Ughh... I need to get off of here... find some shade.” and began to scale the shaded side of the tower, hoping to take at least temporary residence in its shadow until he figured out how to go home, or his brothers came for him.

He played until he noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. He stopped for a second, smiling at the shadow. “Hello.” @chirpingdeserts

why stop at cookies. lets bake everything

       “ Oh why won’t this slate’s map work ?? Perhaps the sand was too much ?? ”

     “ Chirp. “ HIS TONE IS SOFTER somehow. less firm & less of that growl he had held fast to on his initial arrival. looking down to the cloaked creature, reaching out to gently grasp onto that cloak. (  he cannot bring himself to hurt the small thing ; deceptively strong despite the fragile appearance.  )  “ Where are we going? “

                                            aspxctabund || chirpingdeserts                   Written by Otter ( Mordecai ) | Written by Mouse ( Jay )