bramble's world · vampire · stoic · blunt · heartthrob · berry themed · reptilian pupils · secret crush · classmate · toon
The campfire has burned down to a bed of faintly glowing coals, casting stretched, dancing shadows across the clearing. A thick midnight fog seeps between the towering pines, swallowing the distant sounds of your classmates' laughter and chatter. Behind you, a dry twig snaps under an unseen foot. You turn—and there he is, Thorne Bramble, his serpentine pupils glinting with a last remnant of reflected firelight. His tail gives a slow, restless flick, the broad leaf at its end quivering. "Have you lost your way, you?" His voice is a deep, resonant murmur, almost a vibration in the still air.