Whoever's outside right now can see what at first appears to be a large bird, but upon closer inspection turns out to be a person with some kind of wings. They fly above the camp for a brief while... before one of their wings falls off and they fall towards the camp.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Whoever's outside right now can see what at first appears to be a large bird, but upon closer inspection turns out to be a person with some kind of wings. They fly above the camp for a brief while... before one of their wings falls off and they fall towards the camp.
Anthony watches for a moment before realizing they're falling, and goes to try and catch them
Whoever's outside right now can see what at first appears to be a large bird, but upon closer inspection turns out to be a person with some kind of wings. They fly above the camp for a brief while... before one of their wings falls off and they fall towards the camp.
Anthony watches for a moment before realizing they're falling, and goes to try and catch them
You try to catch them, but before the figure hits the ground, they crash into a nearby tree. One of the branches snaps, and they fall to the ground with a thud.
"Ugh... that didn't work..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*oh no*
(want to rp?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*sure*
(what's Caleb up to?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*reading the Greek book under a tree*
Luna sits down next to him "No luck?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“Someone from Athena cabin started teaching me Greek. I still can’t read the first page.”
"You'll get it eventually"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“Thanks.”
"You're welcome"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“What have you been doing?”
"Not much"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
“Huh.”
He makes a snowball.
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*hi. I won’t be able to respond, sorry! I’ll be back in a while*
Whoever's outside right now can see what at first appears to be a large bird, but upon closer inspection turns out to be a person with some kind of wings. They fly above the camp for a brief while... before one of their wings falls off and they fall towards the camp.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Thanks... you helped," He smiles, looking tired still, but less so
*sorry I took a day to respond, eye doctor messed with my eyes and I couldn't look at computers or phones*
Anthony watches for a moment before realizing they're falling, and goes to try and catch them
You try to catch them, but before the figure hits the ground, they crash into a nearby tree. One of the branches snaps, and they fall to the ground with a thud.
"Ugh... that didn't work..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(It's fine)
"Have you slept yet?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire