Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
12-28-2009, 02:27 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Anathema.
After looking around briefly to see where her new clone had been decanted, Annabell quickly ignored the fact that there were other people and runs immediately to a tree. She circles around it softly, amazement glowing in her eyes. Once she makes a full circle with her back to the clearing, she crouches down and plants her palms against the tree, the objects on her belt clinking together carelessly. "Ohhh, it's so rough! This is a...tree! I wonder why they don't have any clearance?" Annabell stands back up, humming a Loyalty Anthem to herself and staring contentedly at the tree, rocking slightly and tracing her fingers along the bark.
After looking around briefly to see where her new clone had been decanted, Annabell quickly ignored the fact that there were other people and runs immediately to a tree. She circles around it softly, amazement glowing in her eyes. Once she makes a full circle with her back to the clearing, she crouches down and plants her palms against the tree, the objects on her belt clinking together carelessly. "Ohhh, it's so rough! This is a...tree! I wonder why they don't have any clearance?" Annabell stands back up, humming a Loyalty Anthem to herself and staring contentedly at the tree, rocking slightly and tracing her fingers along the bark.