Roleplay

The tundra just stood there, smiling softly. ''Alright.. snnrk.. Regulus.. That's a nice name... I've seen everything I needed..'' Rabbitsfoot mumbled, seeing as the dish became bigger and bigger... Interesting.

''It's n-nothing.. J-just some black dishes in the sky..'' The tundra replied, his voice filled with stress as he started backing away into the undergrowth.

''Probably..''Rabbitsfoot mumbled, laying down and trying to camouflage himself...

As the silence became very.. Unsettling, the dishes started moving slower, their silhouettes becoming larger. The tundra laid down in the leaves, thinking that his tiger stripes made him look like shade on a rock which wouldn't make any sense. ''Mhm.. Like I have the feeling of sinking when I'm in quicksand!'' Rabbitsfoot exclaimed loudly, some faes were probably startled like the mutated butterflies they were. The Healer sprang to his feet, diving into a bush.. You could only spot his eyes and very long, fluffy tail.

The dishes started covering up the moon, only now did they seem large. The forest started rustling, air was going through the branches and bushes. The tundra shivered, flicking his tail at Regulus and being as still as stone. His fur pricked up, mostly around his neck.. Making him look like he is wearing fluffy mane apparel he good from Baldwin. Rabbitsfoot yawned and tried to hide his rump into the bushes, he could care less about his tail.