𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞
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𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔. #Cables
He was told by the stranger that the beasts in this land were twisted, malformed. But this… it feels soft, feels like the hounds of home. “Hello,” he spoke softly, scratching the fur gently. “Good boy.”
December 16, 2024 at 8:32 PM
He was told by the stranger that the beasts in this land were twisted, malformed. But this… it feels soft, feels like the hounds of home. “Hello,” he spoke softly, scratching the fur gently. “Good boy.”
An animal?
He holds out a hand towards the noise tentatively, breath held as he listens for any signs of aggression.
He holds out a hand towards the noise tentatively, breath held as he listens for any signs of aggression.
December 16, 2024 at 8:23 PM
An animal?
He holds out a hand towards the noise tentatively, breath held as he listens for any signs of aggression.
He holds out a hand towards the noise tentatively, breath held as he listens for any signs of aggression.
Something moved, something took its place next to him.
He remained silent for a moment before speaking firmly, though the wavering in his voice betrays him.
“I have no money to steal. Be on your way.”
He remained silent for a moment before speaking firmly, though the wavering in his voice betrays him.
“I have no money to steal. Be on your way.”
December 16, 2024 at 2:04 AM
Something moved, something took its place next to him.
He remained silent for a moment before speaking firmly, though the wavering in his voice betrays him.
“I have no money to steal. Be on your way.”
He remained silent for a moment before speaking firmly, though the wavering in his voice betrays him.
“I have no money to steal. Be on your way.”
Luka sat quietly, listening to the sounds of waves lapping at the shore and the sounds of distant chattering.
He sat, letting the anxieties of the previous days finally escape him. Maybe he could rest now.
He sat, letting the anxieties of the previous days finally escape him. Maybe he could rest now.
November 25, 2024 at 3:40 AM
Luka sat quietly, listening to the sounds of waves lapping at the shore and the sounds of distant chattering.
He sat, letting the anxieties of the previous days finally escape him. Maybe he could rest now.
He sat, letting the anxieties of the previous days finally escape him. Maybe he could rest now.
November 19, 2024 at 3:36 AM