Bad Moon On The Rise
Pyrrhic
08-11-2019, 06:49 PM
He had been plagued by headaches since the festival ended, a dull beating against the front of his skull that didn’t seem likely to dissipate any time soon in spite of how many remedies or cures he tried. He rubbed at his head with his paw, and shook out his fur. It would go away in its own time he was sure.
He bid his companion to join him as he climbed up the stairs from the dungeon to the castle proper, the raindrop necklace in his jaws as he went on his way to greet his newest and most personal student; the young male he would be instructing in the ways of manipulation and deceit. The young prince Pyrrhic. "Talk" "Thought" "You" |
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