November 05, 2025, 05:07 AM
Disa was in the process of burying half-eaten fish carcasses in the future garden of poisons when the Kemal called the pack to song. She listened as their voices rose and fell, and eventually added her own to the fray - an low, discordant note that stayed low to the ground.
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lokma, manda - by Kemal - October 30, 2025, 07:07 PM
RE: lokma, manda - by Margarida - October 31, 2025, 04:53 PM
RE: lokma, manda - by Serein - November 01, 2025, 11:30 PM
RE: lokma, manda - by Disa - November 05, 2025, 05:07 AM