Their countenance is scorned, such a pity

❨ if she were, it would be upset. saddened. it would have not been able to see such beautiful things in the cold. ❩

❨ understood. gravity 𖬺 fire (from a safe distance) are watching the hellebores. ❩

❨ protective growls before carefully curling around the patch of hellebores. they won't suffocate like this. ❩ ㅤ stay back 𖬺 observe then ...

❨ snapping at him. ❩ ㅤ B̵͙͓͌͑̚A̴͔͇̓̾͘͜C̴̟̟̝͌̕K̵̫̝̪̓͝ U̸͕̙̔͋͝P̵͉͙͋̿͌͜.̴̙̼͖̓͊̚ you know how dahlia feels when you get too close.

❨ tiptoeing around the new growth of plants until collective eyes land on a patch hellebore flowers. again, tiptoeing over to the patch. it stands awkwardly, not wanting to crushing anything ... its admiring their beauty. ❩

ㅤ what

ㅤ what is happening

❨ winter bus the season of cold death 𖬺 reborn new in spring. this shouldn't make her angry. it'll be back. ❩

ㅤ i believe i'm stuck like this. ❨ also feeling a tad bit of a chill.ᐟ cmere utu. ❩

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl heheh fans are noticing teehee

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl "google how do i make a cryptic gravity horror be sorrowful yet creepy yet antagonizing yet unknowingly"

❨ a shift from finyl, neck moving slow to imitate same tilt but not to scare. despite its haunting mask 𖬺 uncanny movements. ❩ ㅤ do i frighten you, dahlia.ᐣ

❨ hope is a good thing ... yes, a “ good ” thing. it pads backwards, straining vocal cords before, ❩ ㅤ voice mimicking. ❨ for others, it would be terrifying. at least for now, it's a mere show, that the companion enjoys the one it follows voice. ❩

❨ how others perceived it now didn't bother it but it does think. should it have struggled to keep its canine form.ᐣ all for another time. a snort. ❩ ㅤ indeed. yet, i have gained more with my shedding.

❨ warped chittering before it halts, frozen in place like a statue. ❩ ㅤ ... yes, dahila.ᐣ

❨ a distorted growl, but it means well. the mask pulls back to reveal an eyeless face but oversized fangs. its snout pressing against hand ... ❩

❨ underground was more preferable for grafan, since its been exposed for so long. trotting towards the dodo, standing over ... before larger paw trying to pet the bird. ❩

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl so im a liar / j

❨ so it shall search for them. they'll lead to her. ❩

❨ it stares. ❩

❨ it comes to sit, little twitches here 𖬺 there but none of it indicates pain. ❩ ㅤ indeed. i will not fade. i will remain.

❨ the mask smiles with its gruesome teeth before it pushes upwards. out comes ... the cryptid 𖬺 grafan, is no longer the dog it passed to be. no, its body was warped 𖬺 longer. every inch of its body held mask﹔ that of joy, sorrow, 𖬺 anger. ❩

ㅤ i am well. ❨ a puddle of sludge 𖬺 a chilling mask. ❩

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl thanks grieving cirrus for making local dog into an actual cryptid monster

❨ the rain ... still persist. a mask floats to the top of deep purple sludge despite not being a lake. three eyes looking at the speaker. ❩ ㅤ y͑͐̚é͘s͘͠͝.̔͆͝ᐣ̒͛͠

❨ ... its body is bubbling. ❩

ㅤ ... ❨ quiet. ❩ ❨ still. ❩ ❨ lifeless-like. ❩

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl i would say it looks like grafan is melted but that wouldn't be very cash money of me

ㅤ ... ❨ quiet. still. lifeless-like. ❩

❨ indeed. but its awakening ... is slow. can't say lazy, after all. ❩

❨ still hasn't risen. yet the gravity remains in place ... nothing of concern if gravity is still there. ❩

❨ this form grows tiring ... it will need to change soon. the rain makes it unwell. no fault but yours. this form will shed 𖬺 become a new mystery. ❩

ㅤ fair ... i do not enjoy this either.

ㅤ you sound excited.

❨ quietly 𖬺 sneaking, following utu līnu, for his warmth is that of fading. something to ease his mind﹕ a distraction. stone b𖬺 mystery shall give you company, fire. ❩

❨ just watching utu līnu pace around, deeper in the cave. he might irritate geon with all of his movement. ❩

ㅤ i know. ❨ bewildered by the dancing shrimp. okay.ᐣ ❩

flower⠀𑁍⠀girl what if.... graf could change forms..... *staring @ cos*

ㅤ good. this, this may be the first time i shall thank you. ❨ turning snout to the other pair. hm ... ❩ ㅤ ... i will stay. these two are at risk. they may not manage long. i ... want to see ... how this goes.

❨ grafan hears words further towards the entrance of the little hiding cave. nēmequ pleading condolences to cirrus, the faltering heat of utu līnu. its eyes train on mori. ❩

ㅤ ...

❨ ... ❩

❨ grafan is not happy either. but, this is all strange. clearly, dahlia needs space. ❩

❨ bwomp. ❩

ㅤ what they say fuck me fo