2019-06-14 1:46:58 pm by
ȻȺᵽn Ŧøꝁ in category General
Racing, running, escaping guards that throw stones and sticks at him. Leaps on toop of market stall roofs to avoid the monsters that are men. Well beasts he thinks. My kith and kin know your foul type well. Screams in pain as an arrow slices a cut in his scalp then as he chitters in anger he throws the red bead. No reason to be here now, family had been warned. The Jit runs full out and leaps to...