Description
Speedy Movements
Spice eyed his bush for class. He studied the fruits for a while, while keeping mind of the wind. When it was just about to pick up, he started to dash, and lit his glands up. The wind helped him pick up speed, and he hunched over to pick up Rustle Dust from the bush, right before it started to disintegrate. It tasted rather nice! Another few Rustle Dusts floated along with the wind, crumbling as it did so.
Spice belongs to me!
Wyns:
+2 FB
2 / 383
Edit: OML I FORGOT HIS DANGER TEETH...