Pick your poison.
03-05-2022, 12:00 AM
"A smirk plays across his lips as his slow strides turn into a quick rush of steps. "I know not of the council you speak, girl, and they cannot help you regardless." as he closes the distance his jaw opens wide and he clamps down on your throat." Fir again batted the rock, revealing a fate less than favorable for dear Etoile. "Oh, I'm sorry. You die. The end." She frowned. "Yolwan wan, fankane kane me iremoral!" the fae called for her platypus companion, and once again seemed pleased as he obeyed what he was told. "I've been training him, he's been doing pretty good so far." |
*Fennish translation: Swamp lard, come get the annoying!
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