ooc: my character is a mutated flyin' paramite.. o.k wid' yuz?
Di swooped through the trees, searching for the tiny woodland creatures that lived in the disgusting,sticky quagmire that lay on the edge of his forest.Di snarled to himself about all these creatures that kept on wandering into his forest.His teeth bared, he cast back his mind to the last one.4 hours of fighting resulted in only a dead creature and a huge gash in his stomach.No one looking at him could of guessed what this mutated wreak,a husk of his former self was really thinking....around 30 years ago his home had been destroyed by the vykers.He the sole suvivor had been taken and used as a lab rat..He shook the thought out of his head when he spotted something wading through the mud.He dived down to investigate..(pleeease let this be o.k..)
