MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
The weird rock had been sitting in the corner for a while. Lit by the not-light of the altar, it was a mottled red. He didn't know what was inside the rock, but he was sure it was something alive. He had been in a rock, once, and he was alive! He'd been checking on the rock frequently,but the rock seemed determined to stay a rock. Eventually he lost interest, and the rock became semi-forgotten.
He was playing outside, now, chasing the moths that liked to hang around the tunnel. He'd yet to catch one, but he was determined! His jaws snapped around the empty spot of air where a moth had been moments before. He was about to continue but spotted a glimpse of movement even more tempting than the moths- a new friend!
He'd rush towards the figure in the mist, going so fast he nearly crashed into them when he tried to stop. This didn't seem to phase him, though. The little pup just grinned.
"Helllllloo!" He'd say in almost a sing-song sort of voice, grinning widely at his potential new friend. His gaze drifted up, spotting huge wings and sharp claws.
"Woah!!" So cool!! He wished HE had big wings! Then he'd have no problem catching those stupid moths!
@Esther