JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
Standing behind Yassah, the broodguard named Wrok impatiently waits to be let through. He feels an innate desire to protect the other yuan ti, but for a second there is also something else.
Unbidden, he imagines wrapping his clawed hands around the neck of the malison with his back towards him, and not letting go.
He shakes his head, repeaking to himself, 'Wrok, Wrok, Wrok'... The moment passes, and only a curious feeling in his stomach remains as he tries to look past his superior.
Unbidden, he imagines wrapping his clawed hands around the neck of the malison with his back towards him, and not letting go.
He shakes his head, repeaking to himself, 'Wrok, Wrok, Wrok'... The moment passes, and only a curious feeling in his stomach remains as he tries to look past his superior.
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