There were more. There were always more. Snapping—biting, sometimes. Scaring the littler ones away from the oft-brought food by those of the sky. Mean? Perhaps.
Still, there were always more. Company in the blank box. Company that felt familiar after a while far more so than the box.
Where...
Eyy RpNation. Glad to be here.
The name's BattyCatty and I—as ever—am arriving fashionably late to a fandom to see if I can figuratively raise the dead to satisfy my very specific and outdated hyper fixations.
Currently on the menu? Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! I only just go...