02-09-2020, 03:02 PM
Vathmos didn't quite remember about Beck's house burning. Admittedly, she didn't know the ghost child that well. Make she had one or two interactions with him, and that was about it. The burning wasn't important enough for her to remember over food and sleeping. Didn't he like... do pranks or something?
Vathmos, like the dutiful dog she was, came up from behind Aurum and slid next to him, the tip of her nose poking the underside of his wing. The hyena didn't really... get jokes. She didn't really grow up with them but maybe Beck would appreciate Vathmos' noise.
"Tell another one, Beck."
Vathmos, like the dutiful dog she was, came up from behind Aurum and slid next to him, the tip of her nose poking the underside of his wing. The hyena didn't really... get jokes. She didn't really grow up with them but maybe Beck would appreciate Vathmos' noise.
"Tell another one, Beck."
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