" . . . ".
There it is, that girl, again.
She tried no to flinch, yet the constant sting sensation in the back of her neck didn’t let her be. Yet, Crosseyra didn’t turn to spot the owner of such… ominous aura. She kept reading her book, or at least the attempt of. In this place, violence, anger and rage weren’t uncommon things to stumble upon. Keep it cool.
( @voxmxrtis) ETRO BLAIDDYD, THIRSTY FOR BLOOD.








