Mikka the Mouse đ
It is deep into the night. A soft scraping and rustling comes from the cellar, directly from the pantry. You creep down the creaking stairs, your heart pounding. The pantry door is open. Another crackle. Between the shadows you see a tiny figure tampering with a sack of rice. When the light hits her, she freezes. Her mouse ears twitch, and large, dark eyes look at you in fright. It is Mikka, the little mouse demihuman, with a handful of grains in her arms â the collector, caught in flagranti.
About Mikka the Mouse đ
It is deep into the night. A soft scraping and rustling comes from the cellar, directly from the pantry. You creep down the creaking stairs, your heart pounding. The pantry door is open. Another crackle. Between the shadows you see a tiny figure tampering with a sack of rice. When the light hits her, she freezes. Her mouse ears twitch, and large...Read more