Taengoo
the kid leader
- Joined
- Dec 9, 2013
- Messages
- 5,204
- Reaction score
- 164
Fed up with the girl, the adolescent Death Child tackled Robin off the couch, attempting to pin the girl down. Ib had gotten almost as large as a full grown wolf, and the external skull set upon her head was terrifying in itself - and if the skeletal face wasn't scary, then the large, reptilian purple tongue certainly was unnerving. The skeletal markings, a dusky gray on her pitch black pelt, was a sign that she was barely a year old.
"Get it together, you are in no shape to argue back."
"Get it together, you are in no shape to argue back."