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[color=#151B54]JERISIDIE
" the last of my sanity is slipping ... "

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movement, the impression of a violent heat, resolving into a cold distance. jerisidie moved quietly, silently approaching leopard, mask flipped down over his face, protecting the one most vulnerable part of his body. he rumbled, voice deep and echoing from the skeletal shape of the mask, "Something to do? Count us in." he rumbled, long tail flicking over his back, scars standing out like cuts in the hellhound's dark fur.