11-28-2022, 11:33 PM
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WHO DOES HE
THINK HE IS!?
THINK HE IS!?
Sakura disliked fog when it came to walking about in it. When it came to looking at fog, at the way it obscured everything, softened the air, Sakura loved that. Their golden claws tapped along the forest floor, a frustrated grumble leaving them as they walked. The black bear skin they wore hid most of their body, aside from their golden eyes and bejeweled snout. Muffled sounds of anger and then words hit their ears and Sakura started in the assumed direction.
"Who's there." They called out, snorting as they halted some feet from Jerisidie and this... stranger. A wary growl left them, and the sihlouetted hellhound peered through the eyeholes of the bear cloak. "Who's this?"
#psy."Who's there." They called out, snorting as they halted some feet from Jerisidie and this... stranger. A wary growl left them, and the sihlouetted hellhound peered through the eyeholes of the bear cloak. "Who's this?"
you're back down that narrow road ——
[ and everyone can see your face! ]
[ and everyone can see your face! ]
Sakura Lingré — THE HORDE — REF