1/14/2025, 7:23 PM
"I am, alas, in possession of a brain. I do not 'play.'" Her words are simple. "You degrade yourself, and I can hardly see-- Oh, hello, my Chosen." The fluff on her ridge seems to go down as she watches the flesh be torn. Relaxing slightly on the branch, she touches her haunches to the wood and lifts a single paw to clean her face. A single gesture, a simple one of approval.
"Alas, I would be remiss to mention the possibility of destruction should you continue such a pursuit," she continues to Bad Dog, her words light and airy. Then, to Jaxxon, with a note of affection, "I seek not mercy, by the by. Punishment is to be within your discretion, dear Chosen. I trust thy stalwart judgment."
"Alas, I would be remiss to mention the possibility of destruction should you continue such a pursuit," she continues to Bad Dog, her words light and airy. Then, to Jaxxon, with a note of affection, "I seek not mercy, by the by. Punishment is to be within your discretion, dear Chosen. I trust thy stalwart judgment."
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you'll call me cassandra, i'll call you king james
and all we write is true, and all of it insane
Jaxxon is allowed in any of Mullock's threads
