Noctisardor Bypass shotgun shuts his cakehole

i hope i don’t, vex grumbles all too eagerly. he’d rather the nightmarish shadowlord not stalk him; dreams or otherwise.

he’s quiet as she admits that her hunting was the same as it’s always been; giving a small cant of his head as haunt goes on to explain that she couldn’t explain it and that a few items she’s left for artemis have gone missing without disturbance. vex considers it quietly for a moment, admitting to himself, that it took a skill and precision that many animals didn’t have to be able to pull such a feat off. in his mind, prey and scavengers alike were usually clumsy; uncaring if they left her arranged sticks in place or not.

sounds like she’s accepted your offerings, then, vex drawls. maybe it’ll just take a while. on the subject of gods, vex is woefully terrible at encouragement or anything of the sort ( actually, he’s just terrible at encouragement period ).

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