I arrived at the front of the house and immediately knock the door.
This slave ... He just a slave, even he get abuse, i hate slave like him but, if i think much more, he just a victim. What he have done? Why do God put him in this creazy place? It's sound funny, he just good person and get abuse.
"What sir?"
Mamat fell silent then the Writerz immediately broke Mamat's silence.
"ok"
"I am. This body here is just a psychic construct," Darien responded. "My true self is inside with your friend."
"Enough!"
It was someone in a gimp suit.
Charles stop observing the forest and walk to a clump of silk, thank his experience he could see something different in the clump, kneeling down and taking a camera, he focuses it on a small sleeping snake. Its body long as his spread hand and thick as his finger, the snake was juvenile filed with a bloody wound and half grew scale, it tried to hide that irregular color in the clump of white but there was big different from scale to silk.
Class- none
You'll never know if you don't go
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed