Jack angrily stomps up the mountain. The rain slides off his sleek brown scales that he woke up suddenly with. His ears pinned to his crest, teeth bared as he yells to the sky above. “Really?! All I want is to be good! And you punish me with scales?! You’ve got to be kidding me!”
He snorts, pawing at the ground and kicking out at nothing.
Jack is questing for angel mimicry after 2 weeks of uncontrollable rage and scales.
Past Refusal:https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31588
He snorts, pawing at the ground and kicking out at nothing.
Jack is questing for angel mimicry after 2 weeks of uncontrollable rage and scales.
Past Refusal:https://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=31588