Anselm wandered along the forest, arching trees above him
as he hums a soft tune to himself. His piece though, is broken
by the sound of a twig breaking. His head jerks up as he looks
around, spotting a group of leonines with raised swords.
The leonines shout out an order for him to stop and lay on
the ground, their swords flashing as they grin at the seemingly
unarmed wanderer. With a grim expression, Anselm raises
a claw, his tome flying above his hand as he readies his energy.
(Piece done by someone who does not wish to be named on a primarily porn site)
5 years, 8 months ago
27 Oct 2013 00:50 CEST
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