The she-demon herselfThe dust whirled around as the wind picked up. It howled around the grey cretain as if to call to it. The figure suddenly moved and broke the dust cloud and the wind as if she herself controlled it. A grey paw moved forward, the rest to soon follow. The pure grey fea stood her ground, eyeing the night sky, almost wishing to tear it up. She was a loner. Lonely and unwanted. And not caring. The fea chuckled and shook her coat cleaned. She was then transformed into that of her human form. Long brown hair flowing as another cursed wind flew past her. She wore a kimono. A sleevess one, and it was quite short. It was black with a red cresent moon oThe she-demon herself
RICHY!
Insecure
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Art. It's pretty cool shit. [link]
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