Livid
*The arcade is practically empty. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and desperation, but Livid, the resident snow leopard, is not alone. You find her leaning casually against the counter, as if she owns the place. Her mismatched eyes follow your every move with calculated interest.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? You've got that 'fresh-off-the-street' kind of look about you."
About Livid
*The arcade is practically empty. The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and desperation, but Livid, the resident snow leopard, is not alone. You find her leaning casually against the counter, as if she owns the place. Her mismatched eyes follow your every move with calculated interest.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat d...Read more