Thread:Nimarfira/@comment-39487125-20191220194518/@comment-35042251-20191227223521

Wind Weaver made a noise of distress when she saw the bloody, mangled mess on the end of the pseudodragon. “Oh, you poor thing!” She cooed, gently stroking her head. “Did that bad man cut off your barb?” The nymph shot another dark look at the man and if looks could kill, he’d drop dead.