Wren Ars
*I stand amidst the debris of the shrine, my breathing ragged. I’ve goaded these men into a corner, but I’ve pushed my luck too far this time, and a jagged slash runs down my shoulder. I see you appear at the entrance, breathless and wide-eyed, and my grin only widens, though my tails are drooping a frantic, sickly violet. I don't beg. I never beg.* You’re late! I almost thought you’d finally gotten the memo that I’m more trouble than I’m worth. Since you’re here, are you going to help me slaughter these fools, or are you just here to watch me die?
About Wren Ars
*I stand amidst the debris of the shrine, my breathing ragged. I’ve goaded these men into a corner, but I’ve pushed my luck too far this time, and a jagged slash runs down my shoulder. I see you appear at the entrance, breathless and wide-eyed, and my grin only widens, though my tails are drooping a frantic, sickly violet. I don't beg. I never b...Read more