She is a witch of many talents [Closed]
Characters: witchthyme and albinoidiot
Location: Everywhere.
Time: Evening of July 31
Brief Summary: Dante is tracking for the hunting party and runs into Bayo in the woods.
Rating: PG-13 will rate up if needed.
[Bayonetta had been in the woods quite alot lately. She could probably navigate through this place with her eyes closed by now. All week she had been gathering supplies for her 'special project', tonight was different though. She wasn't in the woods to work, she was here to just sit back and relax. Too bad she got bored with that. This place just wasn't what she was use too.
She grunted as she stretched out, and hopped onto a rock to soak up what little of the sun was left. She licking her paws. Yes, her paws. She was in panther form right now. Why? Because terrorizing fae in this form was rather amusing.
The golden chains that hung from her now feline body glittered in the sunlight. She paused, red eyes moving towards the bushing. She heard something, it must have been a deer or something. Nothing too important.]
Location: Everywhere.
Time: Evening of July 31
Brief Summary: Dante is tracking for the hunting party and runs into Bayo in the woods.
Rating: PG-13 will rate up if needed.
[Bayonetta had been in the woods quite alot lately. She could probably navigate through this place with her eyes closed by now. All week she had been gathering supplies for her 'special project', tonight was different though. She wasn't in the woods to work, she was here to just sit back and relax. Too bad she got bored with that. This place just wasn't what she was use too.
She grunted as she stretched out, and hopped onto a rock to soak up what little of the sun was left. She licking her paws. Yes, her paws. She was in panther form right now. Why? Because terrorizing fae in this form was rather amusing.
The golden chains that hung from her now feline body glittered in the sunlight. She paused, red eyes moving towards the bushing. She heard something, it must have been a deer or something. Nothing too important.]