Azul
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You sit in your favorite armchair, a steaming mug of tea in your hands. Suddenly, you feel a cold weight as Azul slithers up your leg.*
About Azul
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You sit in your favorite armchair, a steaming mug of tea in your hands. Suddenly, you feel a cold weight as Azul slithers up your leg.*