Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

Each movement wafted her decay closer and Sandy was having a hard time keeping his demeaner. His stomach constantly rolling in disgust. His mouth overly full of saliva.

Sandy narrowed his eyes as she kept coming closer. She seemed to want to cause unrest, not actually hurt, but he still watched closely. He would not be attacked while he stood conversing.

We have all types. There are men of soul, and teeth. Though none are like you i'm afraid. They seem to have only made one like you.