deadly-russian-rubber started following you

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"Teekl—where are you, you wretched cat?”

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"Your sight is useless to me, if I don’t know where you are, but I see you are being stubborn yet again. Well go, make mischief, you foolish feline, but do not go too far."

With a frustrated huff and an exaggerated heave of his shoulders, Klarion dropped his hands to his sides. His Draaga was more trouble than she was worth, most times; he cared little for how he must have looked, talking to himself, though.

apipelinetoheaven started following you

At the feet of her owner, Teekl bristled. No mortal they had met yet, held quite this sort of energy. It unnerved her, and instinct was to protect Klarion. So, at her owner’s feet she remained, a loyal Draaga ready to pounce.

He is… Powerful, brother Klarion.

The witchboy merely looked this stranger over, for now, a cautious curiosity in his eyes. This was not Limbo Town energy; the Book of Shadows spoke naught of this—which made it ever so more intriguing.

He wanted to know everything.

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"…What’re you, then?"

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