Thread:OnePunchAxel/@comment-44683569-20200102170627/@comment-33229352-20200103190431

Ishmael slid down the crater, grass spreading along the edges of it in his wake. He really didn't like the idea of this guy catching creatures. It reminded him too much of poachers who tried to take his Bushbeasts. He stopped in front of the deity, but didn't say anything for now. He was afraid he'd start yelling, and he'd learned his lesson about first impressions.