10/20/2025, 12:16 AM
the harlot of the streets finds herself avoiding the lion's gaze. is that warmth she feels take her cheeks?
it has been a while since a man had her bashful.
she quietly follows. thankfully, he speaks on a different topic.
her eyes drift back to uhuru. the relief of his face. she is quiet a moment longer than intended.
she is smiling, but the expression pulls away as she looks on ahead.
larger than a deer, even bent by great pain. its two horns spiral like a lady's locks. limping.
sancha realizes this weren't a mere scenic walk.
it has been a while since a man had her bashful.
she quietly follows. thankfully, he speaks on a different topic.
hm.sancha-in-hound looks off to the side, thinking.
i'd assume a loud bark. a long tail. cleverness, to know where to find a meal. friendliness, most of all.
her eyes drift back to uhuru. the relief of his face. she is quiet a moment longer than intended.
oh, and should know how to swim! quite important, where i'm from.
she is smiling, but the expression pulls away as she looks on ahead.
larger than a deer, even bent by great pain. its two horns spiral like a lady's locks. limping.
sancha realizes this weren't a mere scenic walk.
is that... is that what you've been tracking?
