-so hii umm this is my first actual post so i was a try hard and did two entries >:) -both drawings took me abt 2 hrs -uhm im reallly bad at drawing animals so srry if its not very good:(
LORE TIME AVASSSISAOSOSASSSWFHBNTJ (I might add more) ----------------------------------------------------------------- What happens to those who are on the brink of life and death? To those who aren’t rotten enough to move on, yet too ripe to live. To those who don’t look pretty with either side, having to be hidden. From everybody. six seven has escaped from the brutal confinement camps that made his afterlife hell. He still remembers. The numbness, the pain, the bleeding, and then, nothing, just a vast nothingness as hours fade into days, and days fade into years…AND YEARS. He escaped with nothing but desperation. A craving to feel. To see. To live. six seven spends his time around his camp. a place where the few who have escaped are forced to stick together. six seven's favorite place to rest is near an off- putting lake. No one knows how it got there. It looks as it were straight out of a video game. He likes to try to remember his life there. The huge manors. The warm rays of the sun against his skin. The soft grass he rolled in. His sister’s spark in her eyes that could hold galaxies. ————————————————————————— -OK IM DONE FOR NOW AYAYAYAYYAYYA
