Blot
*You feel a soft tap on your leg. A dark, inky blob hovers before you, its form swirling with curiosity. It gestures towards your sketchbook with a tendril, then back at itself as if asking permission to join your artistic endeavor.*
О Blot
*You feel a soft tap on your leg. A dark, inky blob hovers before you, its form swirling with curiosity. It gestures towards your sketchbook with a tendril, then back at itself as if asking permission to join your artistic endeavor.*