bracesnbowties said: BUT HE’S AMAZINGGGGGGG i love him. i might snuggle him… just not with the Doctor.
Is that so? -smirks- Well, I’m all for the snuggling and the loving, from the Doctor or anyone. Shadow is a man whore, he loves everyone and doesn’t discriminate—everyone’s emotions are valid.
bracesnbowties said: shadow is pretty badass actually =P
Shhh! You don’t want to give him a big head. It’s already pretty bad that he’s played by me, a blushing, overly flattered, hormonal female, you don’t need him going out and eating everyone’s emotions like they’re an all you can eat buffet.
bracesnbowties said: being. awesome. thats what.
Shhh, State-Buddy. Shadow isn’t that awesome. But I welcome all my new followers with open arms and cookies! -gives welcome baskets and love to new followers- And I’m going to shamelessly say you should follow my other blogs as well…
theta-in-training said: [ooc: I will drop you a response when I’m done with this movie assuming you still want one from me OuO ]
(I would love one :D I might not respond till the AM though, I am only up for a little longer—basically till my roommate stops talking :p But I want to bring Shadow back and I would love for you—or anyone else who would like—to reply!)
Shadow groaned, he rolled over and heard crunching of leaves and felt a stick jab into his back. Where the hell was he? How long had he been out? His head hurt, his body throbbed with every inch he moved. With another pained growl he opened his eyes and blinked in the sunlight. He looked around as best he could, taking in his surroundings. He was in the woods, possibly the nearby park down the street from his flat. There was snow on the ground, and on him, but not too deep. He was beaten up pretty badly, his right hand covered in dried blood while his left hand radiated pain. He looked for the source of the blood and noticed that his leg was broken, he must have tried to stop the bleeding with his hands.
Gingerly, Shadow sat up and looked around again. He was secluded, no one walking by, no one who would know where he was. Who would care anyway? After everything he did? Wait…After everything he did! Why didn’t he have any memory of how he ended up in the woods and with a broken leg? Was he even real? How did Andromeda get away from him? So many questions, no answers to any of them. He sat there in the cold, trying to ignore the pain coursing through his body, and racked his brain for any memories of what happened to him.
