Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20180902004619/@comment-28578706-20180904002511

Mastema slowly followed after her, he had no real intentions to try. In all he’d only put forth what she threw at him, his hands stuffed in his pockets as his horns grew out and his wings stretched out standing in front of her. His nails now claws hidden in his pockets as the tips of his tail and horns lit on fire.