montserrat mystique | MEETING

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

With a decent idea of what the 'urgency' of the meeting involved, the erudite picked her way across the gathering people to the front. Her usual leather satchel was nowhere to be seen, though the scent of herbs and alcohol still clung to her fur. Daintily, she sat down and curled her five tails around her as she looked up at the ardent.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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