“-BHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” The crimson pelted she-wolf parts her maw- allowing a rather sudden and unexpected noise- of sorts, too explode from her maw.
It was a moment of sheer randomness.
Unusual- but bound too occur at some point.
“As thee dangerous fuels of night ignite- a creature with flames for a pelt will scourge thee earth of all thy whom oppose it; tread carefully, for said monsters are made- not born.”
//I’m semi-active- soo hiiii
“More reliable than God’s I’d say.
Good or evil.”
-Greek Zodiac in human form.
-Lost constellation.
-Cetus the sea serpent.
-the bad guy in his story.
Accounts being remade.
#RAGE
a 🖤 or 🔄 is always appreciated.
@WhrevrHeMayRoam Maw skyward, only coming too a halt when the distant vibrations of pawsteps could be felt through the dirt.
The crimson furred she-wolf breathes deeply before standing tall, her tail held high behind her. “I am no threat-“ The Celtic female growled aloud, her eyes narrowed.
@WhrevrHeMayRoam Chances of obtaining the previous herbs would be better with a friendly interaction- the crimson haired Druid had also hoped that the code of not harming a healer was upheld throughout different territories.
As her coal black paws glided over the blanket of snow, she kept her++