You look at the creature's hand, as white as the winter's snow. The claws are white like ivory at the base, but as they extend towards the tips, they take on a black hue. A beautiful contrast, really.
What have you here, really? A psychotic room mate, a college scholarship that's almost out of time, and an old beta fish that looks dead most days.
"Why not?" You place your hand on the surprisingly smooth skin of the creature, holding onto their hand a little sheepishly.
What your grip lacks, however, theirs makes up for. their spindly, bleached fingers curl around yours, careful not to slice you with their clinquant talons.
"Hold on," they muse in their honeyed voice. You begin to feel light and floaty, your skin seems to glow, and the scene around you seems to blanch into a white abyss.
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Futile Trials
AventuraThis is a your choice story. But choose carefully, many of these paths will lead to an unfortunate end.
