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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Ninazu walked over to the panting dog, her ears flicking in the heat. She usually preferred to take a nap during this time of day, but his loud voice got her curious. Fortunate for him that she felt willing to come out – as she always carried water and alcohol in her satchel. “Yeah, me. I’m Ninazu, healer and marauder here – what’s your business with the Pitt?” Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she sat a few meters in front of him, her five tails flicking behind her.

She thought she could smell the vague smell of something on him, but the sand cat hardly cared what group he came from previously. The Pittian population came from various exiles and unsavory characters, so one more made no difference to her. She thought about grabbing her flask of wine for him, but thought better of it – she still didn’t know if he would try and outright attack her first.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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