Little Caged Songbird

mimetimewithwes:

bigbadwulfgang is a big baby, pass it on.

warrington-the-bellhop:

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updated ref bc i learned how to draw!!

[ WARRRYYYYYYY!!!! ]

Hmmmm you smell familiar. Have we met before?

oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilsoneater:

wren-the-songbird:

wren-the-songbird:

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"Possibly. Perhaps? Though, odd of…you to be around at a time like this."

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She merely shook her head when it asked if she doesn’t eat. But then when Maxwell was brought up, there was a bit of a bitterness showing on her face. “Ah heh, I wish I wasn’t. Now, I have to ask.” She tilted her head to the Deerclops.

"Why on earth are you so curious? I would not expect this from a Deerclops at all!"

The beast shrugs! “Well, now I know not to waste my time trying to eat you. And I’ve noticed that every survivor has their own stories. They have different favorite foods and favorite things to do! I like to know about survivors when I terrorize them.” It lies down. If it can’t eat Wren, then it’s not going to waste the energy looking intimidating either.

“Hm, I would never have expected that.” She watched it lay down and swore that she was just looking at a giant sheep. She couldn’t help but lean a little closer now, still very curious. Also it was a first time to ever get close to a deerclops. “What were one of your favorites?”
Hmmmm you smell familiar. Have we met before?

oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilsoneater:

wren-the-songbird:

wren-the-songbird:

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"Possibly. Perhaps? Though, odd of…you to be around at a time like this."

"No, not that!" Well, it wouldn’t be wrong but certainly not that! "A red dress was what I wore, curious Deerclops." she sighed heavily but laced her fingers together, having them rest in front of her.

"And, I mean I just watch what is happening. I can’t say that I’m a survivor anymore. I don’t make camps or need to eat or drink!" she couldn’t help but give a humored smirk. "So, I am more skin and bone, I’m sure you can imagine!’

The Deerclops frowns and blinks, looking slightly concerned. “You don’t eat or drink?” That sounds awful! It would never give eating up! “Are you like Maxwell? That would be disappointing.” If she really isn’t a survivor, what’s the fun in talking with her? It very well can’t eat her… or even threaten to.

She merely shook her head when it asked if she doesn’t eat. But then when Maxwell was brought up, there was a bit of a bitterness showing on her face. “Ah heh, I wish I wasn’t. Now, I have to ask.” She tilted her head to the Deerclops.

"Why on earth are you so curious? I would not expect this from a Deerclops at all!"

Openly:

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Secretly:

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▲ (For Sebastian Dietrich. Because, ghost frands. Yes.)

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Secretly:

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Hmmmm you smell familiar. Have we met before?

oneeyedtwohornedwhitewilsoneater:

wren-the-songbird:

wren-the-songbird:

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"Possibly. Perhaps? Though, odd of…you to be around at a time like this."

The woman pursed her lips, looking to the side for a moment but she had glanced back when the giant furry thing had decided to ask just who she is. What had her curious was the very fact that it wanted to know. Why?

"I am Miss Wren," she answered, tilting her head up and her posture kept straight. "A spectator at the current moment." To be quite honest she didn’t know how to answer the question. "Ah, but I’ve been a survivor here for over a year or so. Just a woman trying to get by." she paused. 

"Perhaps you remember me in red."

Wow, a survivor for over a year! That means she’s been through every season! That’s a long time. No wonder it recognizes her somehow, it must have seen her at least once! Hm!

"In red? Do you mean covered in blood?" Haha! It laughs. That’s what she meant right? "What do you mean by spectator?"

"No, not that!" Well, it wouldn’t be wrong but certainly not that! "A red dress was what I wore, curious Deerclops." she sighed heavily but laced her fingers together, having them rest in front of her.

"And, I mean I just watch what is happening. I can’t say that I’m a survivor anymore. I don’t make camps or need to eat or drink!" she couldn’t help but give a humored smirk. "So, I am more skin and bone, I’m sure you can imagine!’

Oh do you have a Skype?

[ That I do, though I hardly talk as much I’m afraid to say. ]

  1. dueltherapy said: [OOhohoh, nice!]

[ Yus! Though most of Wren’s faces tend to be variations of anger, fear and sorrow XD 

  1. dueltherapy said: [Do you have drawings like- in-store or something or do you have a factory that just spits them out? I’d have to say I’m jealous haha.]

[ No no I draw them out and recycle! If there’s a scene or face that I haven’t done before with certain circumstances, then a new drawing is born! ]