DrStrangeLove
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Nov 25, 2015
It was a warm and cloudy day. Soft white. Clouds drifted across the sky as a young woman approached the slug colony. The structure looked like some sort of giant blue and green shell, it's curving arches and rounded passageways of hardened slime seeming to tease viewer with vague hints of what was around the next corner. By the entrance stood a young slug-girl, her spear in hand. She looked speculative lyrics at the new arrival. "Good morning. Can I help you?"