- Pronoun
- they or she
Isidora would feel absence first. An unaccountable coldness, an unfilled void. As if she'd lost something...
Then, she would hear a soft crunching beneath her feet, and feel a creeping chill up her limbs that even her Ice-typing couldn't deter. Around her was a vast, white expanse. Almost like a blank page... but her senses would prove it to be pristine, endless snow.
Next, the Sneasel would feel a dampness on her face. Not tears, nor blood...
Ink.
Her face was leaking black, liquid ink.
Then, she would hear a soft crunching beneath her feet, and feel a creeping chill up her limbs that even her Ice-typing couldn't deter. Around her was a vast, white expanse. Almost like a blank page... but her senses would prove it to be pristine, endless snow.
...where are you...
The whisper came from nowhere....can't see anything...
Indeed, there wasn't really... anything in the white expanse. It would hurt her eyes to look at, but there was nothing but the winter blankness to see...Next, the Sneasel would feel a dampness on her face. Not tears, nor blood...
Ink.
Her face was leaking black, liquid ink.