Deep in the Truffula Tree Forrest, his Lerkim stands tall. Blood hangs, clotting, and moistening the air. Some say the Lorax cursed him, some say it was the pollution. Nobody knows how he came to be the way he is, but the shrieks of the Blood-ler prove the stories to be true.
Doing Private RPs: Yes
Doing Text RPs: Yes
OOC: For my darling friend, Blot <3
Thanks for listening to me.
posted 9:00 pm on Wednesday, September 5, 2012 with 9 notes