![300+ DTAE!! WITHER BEAN- #2 [ref]](https://cdn2.scratch.mit.edu/get_image/project/966920443_480x360.png)
Wither went about her days, just as usual. With a little extra something to think about in the meantime. That parrot was so...strange...she couldn't sit down and think about how that parrot could talk, and what it had to say. I mean truly, she was going to d!e alone anyways, why tell her it would only happen if she were to k!|| her "foe"? Of which she assumed was the parrot, of course. A few months later, she came across a small dog, trudging across the desert and panting heavily. Wither walked up to them and tilted her head, the dog looked up and screamed, alarmed by her freakish tail. The dog stood up, surprisingly fast for its state, and tried to run away with no avail. Wither felt angered by this--all she was trying to do was help! And she was judged. She bounded forwards, claws unsheathed. ... Later still, she regretted her decision. She was moved by her anger and couldn't control it. Wither started to notice weird things happening, the small and sparse foliage seemed to wither instantly when she came near them. Wither frowned at this, saddened by the fact that she couldn't be 5 feet away from a plant without it bending to the ground. A couple years later, fully mature and an adult, another, older dog was passing by, carrying goods. "Hello!" The dog panted, tired by the amount of heat and length that consisted of the desert. Wither smiled and leapt forward, happy to meet someone without being judged. Suddenly--the dog fell to the ground, eyes foggy and chest still. Wither gasped, taking a few steps back as she tried to get away from the scene. She didn't know that would happen... Tears pressed against her eyes and she ran away--now of knowledge that it applied to animals too. *another sad and gloomy oc yesss*
gah her nose blends in with the pattern- dang it- EXPECT SO MUCH MORE! LIKE A GAME! MAYBE- IDK! BETTER PMV/AMV! AND MORE STUFFS! CAUSE WITHER IS MINE SO BACK OFF PEOPLES-
