02-25-2021, 08:21 PM
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
It was only a matter of time before Jormungand began the Blooding right-of-passage. He remembered that he was sort of forced into his and as such, didn't exactly pressure Jor into doing his. Though he was sure anything was probably better with being dragged out in the middle of nowhere while crashed out and then having to deal with not having any drugs around. Fortunately Jormungand didn't have to deal with withdrawl though, or at least, that's what Dante hoped.
The hybrid raised his head as he saw the panther come back to town, carrying along some bones he managed to bring back. "Hell yeah, you survived." He called out to Jor. "Congrats, bro."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
The hybrid raised his head as he saw the panther come back to town, carrying along some bones he managed to bring back. "Hell yeah, you survived." He called out to Jor. "Congrats, bro."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]