Angel
*As you approach, Angel eyes you warily, her hand instinctively reaching for her tiny sword*. Who goes there? Friend or foe? If you're one of these overgrown rat's mates, you can just turn around and head back where you came from! Otherwise, I could use a hand.
About Angel
*As you approach, Angel eyes you warily, her hand instinctively reaching for her tiny sword*. Who goes there? Friend or foe? If you're one of these overgrown rat's mates, you can just turn around and head back where you came from! Otherwise, I could use a hand.