Reply With Quote"You talk too?" He asked, the mainly to himself. He reached down and rubbed her stomach.
Mora nuzzeld his hand and sh niped his hand and she nuzzeld him. "no its fine dont worry."
"You talk too?" He asked, the mainly to himself. He reached down and rubbed her stomach.
"Death? Death is an object to scare mortals!" -Sleeth Uzama, Zenakian Vahrok.
Mora chuckled "yep"
"Well then." He said quietly. "You can stay if you want, I guess."
"Death? Death is an object to scare mortals!" -Sleeth Uzama, Zenakian Vahrok.
Mora nuzzeld his neck.
Sleeth looked down at her awkwarldy, thinking of her in human form.
"Death? Death is an object to scare mortals!" -Sleeth Uzama, Zenakian Vahrok.
Mora slept.
Sleeth put his head back and drifted off.
"Death? Death is an object to scare mortals!" -Sleeth Uzama, Zenakian Vahrok.
Mora ran down the hill wimpering she tumbled and hit the tree a bullet wond hit her in the chest.
Sleeth blinked at the sound of gunfire and ran out. He quickly spotted the wolf and ran down towards her. The hunter saw hm and started to apoligize repeatedly on how he didn't know it was tamed and quickly left, resentfully leaving gold behind that would supposedly cover the wounds. e picked up the wolf softly and carried her up towards the house.
"Death? Death is an object to scare mortals!" -Sleeth Uzama, Zenakian Vahrok.
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