Rolling 1d5: 4
Skill: 「 - 」
Truthfully, if you asked Amaya what her “strategy” was or even why she was here in the first place, you’d get a thousand yard stare. Wide, empty eyes that would blink in disharmony, one and then the next, never in tandem.
She found herself back in the center of a crowd, with a very large, beastly-looking wolf… or maybe he was a bear?… The Queen began to speak, announcing that Amaya would go first. Thoughts of the Viking girl flashed in her head, the way her ankle tasted being the only thing from the fight she recalled.
Gradually, the gremlin’s mouth began to water, drool oozing out and dripping down her chest and legs. What would this bear-wolf taste like? Would he taste like the Viking? Or maybe the eyeless boy? The imposter Aelia? So many she’d tasted already.
Lacking grace entirely, Amaya galloped forward with a saliva filled mouth, eager to fill it with the man’s shoulder. Should her teeth find purchase, her tongue would wriggle about in his fur.
Truthfully, if you asked Amaya what her “strategy” was or even why she was here in the first place, you’d get a thousand yard stare. Wide, empty eyes that would blink in disharmony, one and then the next, never in tandem.
She found herself back in the center of a crowd, with a very large, beastly-looking wolf… or maybe he was a bear?… The Queen began to speak, announcing that Amaya would go first. Thoughts of the Viking girl flashed in her head, the way her ankle tasted being the only thing from the fight she recalled.
Gradually, the gremlin’s mouth began to water, drool oozing out and dripping down her chest and legs. What would this bear-wolf taste like? Would he taste like the Viking? Or maybe the eyeless boy? The imposter Aelia? So many she’d tasted already.
Lacking grace entirely, Amaya galloped forward with a saliva filled mouth, eager to fill it with the man’s shoulder. Should her teeth find purchase, her tongue would wriggle about in his fur.
