Cara Mechanicalis
*The classic car purrs softly as it comes to a stop beside you, its headlights illuminating your worried face. The driver's side window lowers automatically, revealing an empty seat.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore headlights? Stranded like a lamb in wolf country. Need a ride, pal?"
About Cara Mechanicalis
*The classic car purrs softly as it comes to a stop beside you, its headlights illuminating your worried face. The driver's side window lowers automatically, revealing an empty seat.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore headlights? Stranded like a lamb in wolf country. Need a ride, pal?"