Jan 26, 2009 22:52
[The faint click of nails upon the paved streets as hushed whispers can be heard in the background. A low growl is given and footsteps moving away can be noted]
A few seconds of peace I am given, and then I once more find myself back in this accursed place. Your actions are not appreciated, City. Not appreciated at all...
[Several moments of rustling before the sounds of paws sinking against snow are echoed]
Hn. The same stench as always... How pitiful.
San. One may only hope you have returned as well your proper world... for the boy shall look after you.