Killuvolt-Moved: Nezumi Closed His Eyes, And Turned Away. The Smell Of Gunpowder Grew Stronger. Mixed With The Stench Of Blood, The Air Grew Thick And Viscous. It Was A Stench He Was Used To―Almost Too Used To―And Yet, He Still Felt Like Throwing
faragonart: axonmanage: This is for faragonart. I’m sorry I can’t draw anything better right how. *enormous dragon hugs* “Th—thanks bud…" This is too sweet of you…. thank you friend. <3
