I love wtas because I don't have to bust my hand drawing and I can finally put my 90%+ grade in my writing classes to use- Simple bio: Name: Aspir Gender: your mom-I mean female Age: Ageless end of bad bio :melting: little writing thing that's not a backstory: Aspir sat in her tower, waiting. Waiting for what, she did not know. Yet. She lazily twirled a lock of her fur in one of her fingers, staring out the window. Eventually, she yawned, stretched, and blinked, standing up. Aspir’s cape billowed out behind her as she walked with grace down the rough and dark-colored stairs. Once she reached the bottom of her tower, she flicked her paw and a book flew out to her. Sighing, she flipped through the pages with precision, trying to find what she was looking for. “No, not that. Not that, not that, NOT THAT” she traced her cheek with a finger [paw?] and sighed dramatically. “Oh, boo-hoo. You know, I’ve always hated that priest. His talk of me, ME in a prison? How sad…” Aspir had no audience, but she was still putting on quite the show. She pretended to drop to the stone floor in self-pity and grief, wailing. “I don’t deserve this! All I did was kill like…20 people! That’s not that many!” She threw up a paw in exasperation. That's all I have for now, no motivation lmao
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