Enid

@loopylin

Lol, because Thanksgiving starts in 26 minutes for me. And I love Cranberry Sauce.

@loopylin

Every time you get hit with a snowball, you have to write 50 words, then you get two snowballs to throw.

@rae also, why are you food?

@whalekeeper I waSn’T rEAdY

*starts frantically scooping up snow* How does this work again??

@WHALEKEEPER

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

@loopylin

Me neither. I’m thinking we should start over…

@rae

Cool

@loopylin @Grcr

Both are of Nahim.

@whalekeeper

Actually that’s close to how I picture Alpha! Very cool to see

They’re of Nahim, and Alpha looks exactly like him, so that’s amazing that that’s how you picture him! The only real difference in their faces is Nahim’s scar on his forehead. And besides that, when I draw Alpha, I usually draw him w…[Read more]

@mineralizedwritings Yes! That would be fun! Should I start it?

@theducktator

My snowballs all melted from last time…

(I can’t remember how many I had)

@whalekeeper

Gabriel Mai — The Protector

Gabriel sighed, standing up. “We’re looking for a crystal ball. It’ll send you home.” He walked behind her now, watching over her, still worried.

@rae That’s a really cool design. Which character is he?

@whalekeeper

Gabriel Mai — The Protector

Gabriel shook his head slightly. “Are you sure? Is the pain gone?” He watched her every movement, like an overprotective mother. He didn’t quite believe her.

@whalekeeper

Yes, I do lol.

@whalekeeper

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

Gabriel dug through his pockets. He had a two tiny vials, one for poison and the other for disinfecting wounds. Neither would help. The only thing else were his earrings that he had put away, and a wrapped honeybun, cold and a little sticky. Gabriel faintly smiled, but then it faded as he realized he h…[Read more]

@loopylin

I can pen pal with Brea! Probably Flax or Mel would be best? They’re on my mind lately

@whalekeeper

Everyone can see the symbols

@whalekeeper

The Protector — Gabriel Mai

Gabriel spun around, dropping a knee into the soft moss. “Lucy? What’s wrong?” For a flickering second, the rune over his left eye made her look like Barnes, but he blinked, and it was just Lucy again.