bring the beast out /-/ jungle juice, open

[deimos]

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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She looked to Rochelle. A sigh escaped the maw of Deldrach, and what she had given to Caeser in the way of mouth, was completely absent for Rochelle. ".. I don't think I need anything. You wouldn't happen to have any alcohol in this place, would you?" Deldrach muttered. She had a sip of it, long long ago, and it had helped- at the time. She pulled on her sheath, the sabre flashing in the rising sun. She looked to Rochelle, nodding gently- Thanks. I mean it.

#psychosocial.