One man's trash
Basilisk
10-07-2024, 09:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2024, 09:10 PM by Teegra. Edited 1 time in total.)
The warlord dismissed ollie and she sat with a blush still comprehending the information on heat cycles. Thankfully he wasn't ordering her to be mutilated somehow to keep her from having heats or children. His next words an order to her and she stood. Moving to be at his heels. His strides weren't slow, nor easy to keep up with. Her normal limp had been altered to keep up. She was faster on three legs if she had to run. So she folded her leg to her chest. Hobbled but not incapable of keeping up. Her tailess ass followed as close as possible, keeping her mouth shut to not anger him. When they arrived she slowed finally setting her leg down to hobble to his heel. The run wasn't long thankfully but she had almost sprinted to keep up, seeing as one of his strides were almost four of her own if not five. Her eyes dropped and ears pushed forward. The knock was strange. But she noted it down in her mental catalog. It had to be how the warlord asked to enter places. |
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