What We Do In The Shadows.

A frenzy of adrenaline coursed through her veins, beckoning her forward. Zagan was deeply engrossed in his work, but the urge to interrupt tugged at her relentlessly. With each careful step, she advanced into the clearing, moving as quietly as a whisper. Her joyful spirit enveloped her like a cloak, masking her intentions as she approached him with light and nimble paws.

"Hey, Zagan!" she called, her voice bright, cutting through the soft rustle of leaves and gentle chirps of distant birds. "You’re not too busy to play a game with me, are you?" As the words rolled off her tongue, her tail swayed playfully behind her, mirroring the wide grin plastered across her face that showcased her unbridled enthusiasm for their upcoming activity.

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"