This poor little orb got out just in time then watched as her house burnt down, killing the baby orbs inside. The father was already dead, he stayed out too late on the beach one night. The sun came up and he faded into oblivion. Now she lives in the woods, cold and lonely, weaving baskets. She places teddy orbs neatly and carefully into each basket. Then, with a tear in her eye, she burns them one by one in honour of her lost children.
Some people say I'm odd.
SOOC.
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Nice Orb btw.... ;o)
excentric, yes, I like that.
I know, bless her.
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