Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah
October 09, 2019, 08:33 AM
Astara
Nightwalkers
Grunt
their battle came to a rough end when astara pulled the boy’s limbs out from under him. the burn of his doleful gaze was not missed; astara released her grip with a coarse shake of her neck. 

tail high, with an impudent laugh following, the little blackbird sauntered off — pleased to have exacted humiliation upon valour.


brother, sister too - do what you must do,
»» don't trust people you meet ««
they may promise you that the river ain't too deep.