01-23-2020, 07:05 PM
Vathmos was bringing out the second trip as Aurum approached, letting the skins fall from her mouth and onto the small pile. Her ears perked and she looked up at him, tail up. "Yeah." She glanced back towards the rotting home. "Got some things in there I can't move." Vathmos really didn't want to have to rebuild her shrine to Lamashtu, getting enough blood had taken ages.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━