Six Sin
Pugilistic Addiction
Kryll looked at her, tilting his head slightly, and tapped at his chin with his left ear. "Panic attack, huh? You okay?" he asked, opening the door to the coffee shop for Sky. Panic was not... alien to him, but it was something that he had not felt since he was in his "prologue" stage, as he called it. Before he'd had his mind and spirit ripped from his old body and pushed into this one. It was almost poetic that he had run away so much as a man, but always stood his ground in this half-rabbit form. He could still hear the screams of his master, cut short by the knife through his throat. That hadn't been a good day. Not a silent kill.
He shook himself, and his attention came back to the present.
[member="Sky"]
He shook himself, and his attention came back to the present.
[member="Sky"]