5/28/2025, 8:40 PM
grievous is considered a 3-3-3 character
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「 Skill Point: Curator 」
Howling for Seiiki
Howling for Seiiki
His mouth was full of the wolf's skullcap and with a bunch of brightly coloured feathers. Don't ask where he got them, they just happened to be found and collected with great care. insert side eye, subtly kicking the evidence off to the side. Grievous would consider himself quite lucky when it came to finding and collecting things, so when he came across the scent of a pack, it stirred his desire into hyperdrive.
The plague didn't just affect the canines, no. It was affecting the wildlife too, and those who couldn't avoid it perished. That was how he got the feathers, oh, and lets not mention the intact antler rack and skull he had settled across his shoulders. The head was still pelted, the deer, a fallow at that, beautifully patterned like a rug as if draped over his back. He had dried it somewhat, but he wasn't looking to keep it for himself.
Nope, this pack that he'd found would be a godsend if they were interested in buying and selling, perhaps the perfect partners in cri - cough - for trading. So Grie began to walk along their border, hoping to spot someone of interest. When that didn't work, he set down his mouthful of delights and let out a howl, awaiting the audience that might arrive, the morning fog casting an elusive veil across the red forest.
The plague didn't just affect the canines, no. It was affecting the wildlife too, and those who couldn't avoid it perished. That was how he got the feathers, oh, and lets not mention the intact antler rack and skull he had settled across his shoulders. The head was still pelted, the deer, a fallow at that, beautifully patterned like a rug as if draped over his back. He had dried it somewhat, but he wasn't looking to keep it for himself.
Nope, this pack that he'd found would be a godsend if they were interested in buying and selling, perhaps the perfect partners in cri - cough - for trading. So Grie began to walk along their border, hoping to spot someone of interest. When that didn't work, he set down his mouthful of delights and let out a howl, awaiting the audience that might arrive, the morning fog casting an elusive veil across the red forest.
