Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-33389101-20181221234926/@comment-34052734-20190103024158

“Food?” Mizu now listened to her stomach growl on cue. When was the last time I even ate?

Two sets of claws wrapped around the Inferno King’s neck, clenching his throat in an aggressive fashion. The hands were large, frightening, perhaps two sizes larger than the King’s. “Let her go.”