STAR- ##
Footsteps.

It slowly grew, before a figure is shown on-top of a building that seemed to be broken. Their face concealed in a hood, their cape blowing in the wind.

For once.

The sheep preys and bares its teeth.

Soon the figure had started moving, their foot stomping down onto the pavement.

STAR- They kept moving, They were faster while blood smears onto the line, creating a trail.

The cloaked figure kept moving. They never stopped moving while the blood runs into the ground, staining it to look almost alike to a war zone. Though in all reality. It was always a war zone.

STAR-##
Footsteps.

It slowly grew, before a figure is shown on-top of a building that seemed to be broken. Their face concealed in a hood, their cape blowing in the wind.

For once.

The sheep preys and bares its teeth.

Soon the figure had started moving, their foot stomping down onto the pavement. They kept moving, They were faster while blood smears onto the line, creating a trail.

The cloaked figure kept moving. They never stopped moving while the blood runs into the ground, staining it to look almost alike to a war zone. Though in all reality. It was always a war zone.

STAR- # THE WATCHING EYES

Footsteps.

It slowly grew before a figure was shown on top of a broken building. Their face concealed in a hood, their cape blowing in the wind.

For once.

The sheep preys and bares its teeth.

Soon the figure had started moving, their foot stomping down onto the pavement. They kept moving. They were faster as blood smeared onto the line, creating a trail, The cloaked figure kept moving. They never stopped moving while the blood ran into the ground, staining it to look almost like a war zone. Though in reality. It was always a war zone.

The gaze of this cloaked figure kept straight forward, never looking back at the bloodshed and violence, the madness of it all.

From the lower half, the places where the cloak wasn’t concealing who they were, there seemed to be blood staining their feet, A limp with their every step forward, their left leg seemed to be badly damaged, blood running down from it, their back quills were staining the back of the cloak.

Their shoes were dirtied, though they looked more sci-fi. More..different. Whoever this figure is, they weren’t from here.

This could be related to what happened earlier, yet only time could tell.

And time knows all. It always will know.

STAR- ## *> THE WATCHING EYES

At first nothing.

Then. Footsteps, they slowly became more apparent, more audible as the stone crunched against their feet.

Soon they walked on an edge, staring ahead then down at the wreckage of it all. Blood smears downward onto the floor.

Eyes that used to be so kind. Filled with warmth. With HOPE.

It was ripped away from them.

A figure from far away, A hood covering their front quills and face while the only thing that showed now was a glowing blood red. Seemed to be shaped as if a visor.

Soon enough they turned to the side and ran along the edges, shoes that crunched against the pavement.

It was now noticeable the shoes were more sci-fi, the bottoms of his soles were dirt and blood.

A ‘sheep’ that now bares its teeth, a ‘sheep’ that now hunts.

Is it a sheep to even begin with?. It never was. It was someone innocent who had become violent. Who craved bloodshed.

` RESERVED !'

STARTING. . . ?

• PFFT, HI SWAP

• OKAY.

STAR- ## FOOTSTEPS SLOWLY DRAW CLOSER; SOMETHING FELT AS IF THEY WERE CALLING TO HIM- WHY DID IT FEEL THAT WAY? It felt compelling. Something creeping out from behind the silhouette.

They kept wandering closer, soon seeing a burning building. Silence slowly took over, gripping down onto the world like a vice. It almost felt uneasy. The silhouette kept wandering closer. Soon stopping in front of another figure.

STAR- # TIK TOCK.

FOOTSTEPS SLOWLY DRAW CLOSER; SOMETHING FELT AS IF THEY WERE CALLING TO HIM- WHY DID IT FEEL THAT WAY? It felt compelling. Something creeping out from behind the silhouette.

They kept wandering closer, soon seeing a burning building. Silence slowly took over, gripping down onto the world like a vice. It almost felt uneasy. The silhouette kept wandering closer. Soon stopping in front of another figure.

...Why did something call me here ?

The voice spoke, staring ahead, staring at what seemed to be a burning building while their eyes grew narrowed. Slowly entering the building as the energy follows. Consuming... watching. Waiting for their teeth to sink in, something felt wrong; the silhouette's body felt colder than expected, their eyes half-lidded while their mind wandered.

As the footsteps draw near, they pause to see something else. something. no. SOMEONE. Standing inside the burning ashes of it all. The one who caused so many buildings to burn like a wilting flower.

Time was only nice to you because you were running on borrowed time. Time was never on your side. You should know that.

IMPRUDENT VOYAGER.

• This isn’t much but I feel like you catch my drift Swap..

ON HOLD.

(Sry was busy and not feeling well)

• hey take ur time!, genuinely, I don't wanna make you feel any worser

• ur health matters first, Nobody elses/gen

-# Someone would be traveling by boat, using a small motorboat to go around the zone as they had just been trying to search for someone, their heart was racing. Starz was refusing to answer to any of her calls and she’s pretty much not even gotten notice of when she had left! She’s just wanting to find her daughter, she knows what Starz is trying to do but— she can’t just let her daughter throw herself into danger like this!

• “Starz..please..please don’t be in trouble..”

• She had no idea what she had stumbled into, she was relying on a GPS and unfortunately for her it was leading her quite astray, in fact so far astray that she winded up far from where she needed to be..thankfully she’s on paid leave due to some overtime and a lotta work for the college back in mobotropolis. There’s truly some perks to being one of the best art teachers in the department..

)

• Hey mavi

• I uh

• think we’ve been stuck in time

• Oh my bad twin..

ON HOLD.