“Look at you, young miss Dorothy,” Sennin said, hissing, “You are rotting almost completely. Limping and stumbling with each step.” Sennin slithers to Dorothy, going by her shoulder, “Please, go back to your room.” Dorothy has a frown, but because she is focused on the next door. Limping through it.” EnduranceBody HorrorFalse Mentor Book:Tomiétrèla Source: Tomiétrèla
“Hands extending, arms elongating, eyes enlarging, and crevices opening. Decaying. Jumping and leaping through each sand body she leaves behind. Ending. Starting. Door. Another Door. Wooden. Number.” CyclesBody HorrorEscape To Reality Book:Tomiétrèla Source: Tomiétrèla