Okay? Whut?
:O
Oh no 'chu di-int! *snaps fingers*
Snowdog growled, straining as she tried to bring herself to her feet, knowing that she could not let Divine Shadow get away with this. She wiped blood from her cheek, curling her hair from her face as she looked over the cookie-strewn battlefield, simmering in the hot sun as they continued waiting for Oathy's triumphant return to writing. But that would be a while, knowing the great authoress was sick.
Saddened by this thought, Snowdog postponed her battle to visit the ailing Oathy; not before vowing revenge upon Divine Shadow.
Hi Oathy. Aww, sorry to hear you aren't feeling so well. =(
XD I use being ill to write, too. You'll get a lot done, I promise. :3