PixelWitch
The Blanket Hermit.
Cherub
She rolls her eyes behind her mask's blank stare. Not quite the reception I was hoping for...
"I'm going to have to mop this up, aren't I?"
Her little bloodkin pads forward and she surveys the damage to the young woman. Yyyiiiiieussh... alright, time to fix this. Not having someone die on us. Bad press.
She dismounts and shoos Rabbit off her with a lazy wave of her hand, "Off, you! Need to do some first aid, your cement butt is in the way!"
Her mount stalks over the remaining squatters and simply stretches, claws painfully obvious. It chirrups peacefully, but all of it's numerous eyes stay fixed on them, very implicitly blocking their exit.
She rolls her eyes behind her mask's blank stare. Not quite the reception I was hoping for...
"I'm going to have to mop this up, aren't I?"
Her little bloodkin pads forward and she surveys the damage to the young woman. Yyyiiiiieussh... alright, time to fix this. Not having someone die on us. Bad press.
She dismounts and shoos Rabbit off her with a lazy wave of her hand, "Off, you! Need to do some first aid, your cement butt is in the way!"
Her mount stalks over the remaining squatters and simply stretches, claws painfully obvious. It chirrups peacefully, but all of it's numerous eyes stay fixed on them, very implicitly blocking their exit.
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