9/23/2025, 1:33 AM
skill: hunter
It is a bright sky, yet the clouds which loomed were dark. Like fingers stretching and reaching down to the earth like a great smog, when it touches the ground out from the mist appears a herd of deer. Dark blue deer, seemingly unaware of the wolves which gather to linger in awe. A feeling in her gut, nearly compelling her forward to hunt and yet, an omen was clear. Surely, nothing good to become of blue deer.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"
