07-09-2017, 08:03 PM
On the strange glassy beach, Ventus hears nothing but silence and sees no sign of movement.
At one point, he thinks he hears a distant cry or howl or wail, but he has no idea what direction it comes from.
Michael spends some time piling the purple sand into big piles, vaguely reminiscent of castles.
Current project:
http://fringehikers.com/
Tabletop RPG PokeRole: http://pokemonuranium.co/forum/showthread.php?tid=789
"I encourage Sceptile to branch out."
http://fringehikers.com/
Tabletop RPG PokeRole: http://pokemonuranium.co/forum/showthread.php?tid=789
"I encourage Sceptile to branch out."



