Perhaps she sounds less than sincere. "Nothing says we value the lives of rifters like sending us into a haunted fuck off forest." She doesn't know if it's haunted even be reputation, but it seems like it could be, from how the supplier acted. Alex is sitting atop a griffon, wings folded to the side as Uggie prances along. His feathers are dark grey, mostly, and he has a look of perpetual stress that seems more in keeping with his rider's mood than with his own disposition, as he continues his enthusiastic pace.
She rolls her shoulders and scoffs, irritated. "What a cunt, honestly."
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Perhaps she sounds less than sincere. "Nothing says we value the lives of rifters like sending us into a haunted fuck off forest." She doesn't know if it's haunted even be reputation, but it seems like it could be, from how the supplier acted. Alex is sitting atop a griffon, wings folded to the side as Uggie prances along. His feathers are dark grey, mostly, and he has a look of perpetual stress that seems more in keeping with his rider's mood than with his own disposition, as he continues his enthusiastic pace.
She rolls her shoulders and scoffs, irritated. "What a cunt, honestly."