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4858: Moss 🦗

Moss had always been a curious Trope, some would say, a little too curious for her own good. She zipped and zoomed through the brush of the abandoned city, spinning and flying through broken windows as she did little tricks for only her own eyes to see. She laughed in joy, echoing through the walls and empty alleyways, reminding her she’s completely alone here. She scoffed at the lone thought that tingled in her hea...

When the sky was this clear Scythe liked to fly without a purpose. After all, her dark body was more useful during the dark hours of night and under the heavy storm clouds. When the sun shined so bright, and the birds chirped so happily, she wasn’t really of use, not to herself and not to others.  That day she wasn’t alone. There was a whole flock of tropeos around her, flying around, hunting for birds and trying...