Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170416205858/@comment-30636131-20170416221945

The roaring scream coming from the volcano was oddly calming and satisfying to the Edgy-Corn. Lava bubbles forming and bursting very soon after as the heat rose from the bottom. For many, the heat would be unfathomable. Ulysses learned to deal with it over time.

She was lollygagging around her... 'cozy'... treehouse which rested just on top of her volcano. She had absolutely nothing to be doing right now. This whole 'war' thing. ''Pft. ''She thought. War like totally isn't real, its just a myth  (  ( ) they tell you to get you out of your house. You could barely see her standing there. Her jet black fur perfectly blending in with the slightly darker shade of black walls... and floor... and roof... and, well, mostly everything else.  She had a seashell resting just on top of her ear. Goodness knows what that's about...