Thread:Happywolfpuppy/@comment-31191359-20190210174047/@comment-31191359-20190304003022

Before even a heartbeat could pass, your shoulder was grabbed, an oily, cold substance to the hand that grabbed it. "No." She said, as more and more arms burst from her shoulders, and she ended with eight. "No. You're not leaving this place. I have all too much to say. You've already lost at least ten, and that's enough to trap one forever. You need to get them back. The fate of Mortuus, Limbo, the Waiting Room, purgatory-whatever you please to call it, rests in your paws, and if we can't trust you, we can't trust a soul."