You are a kid. But you aren't normal. Your family hates you and you
have few friends. You may have some family or friends that you
trust, but not many. You just live with your miserable life, until
a shadow speaks to you in a dream. You shrug it off but slowly get
into creepypastas and things like that. Now you have killed your
family, or killed some and let the rest suffer. The ones you trust
are still scared of you. You know that you would scare yourself
too, but dont care. Now you live with horror characters and kill
daily.Here is the sign ups.
Lithia was perched in a tree, ready to shoot whatever came close.
Even though she can’t see, she was able to learn to use her other
senses to “see” (kinda like how a Lucario can sense aura). A small
gust of win blew through the leaves, but she believed it was the
spirit.
"I got the wolf!" "Good job, Toni!" Lite and Toni sensed someone
(Lithia), so they looked at eachother and nodded, ducking into some
nearby underbrush.
She felt the “spirit” nod, but it was only another gust of wind.
She pulled her bow out and aimed at them. She leaped down from the
trees and walked up to the bush. She had her mask on, so she
wouldn’t have that “effect” on people like he did. “Give me
a reason not to shoot. I’m impatient and I haven’t killed a thing
in a few days.”
"We have ran away from home and have no interest in killing you."
"We will take our wolf meat and go set up a base for ourselves."
(Toni said first part and Lite said the second)
She hesitated, then put her bow down. “You’re lucky I’m not really
in the mood to mess with kids like you.” She turned away, then
looked back the them. There was a small space in the mask so they
could see her nonexistent eyes.