WHEN THEY COME TO HANG YOU [...] deldrach

DELDRACH

FEMALE — LIONESS — LONER

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And she squeezed her eyes tight. To Vandal, she was probably both getting a great view and looking at what seemed to be an angry body- a trembling one. But to Deldrach, it was terror that she was going to show the weakness revolving in her mind. She slowly opened her eyes, wincing as she spoke back, her tone soft. "Two things. One- you can ask me. Two- .. I am a terrible person to like." She said.

#psychosocial.