chapter 112
The black furred rabbit person paced past the hole in the wall where the still form of Rain lay, his body unmoving. The rabbit was clearly wary, one paw resting on the pommel of a shortsword buckled to his belt, digits tense. "Curious," he murmured, "A slave monster? But then how was it allowed in. Ah," his gaze moved to Lyra, "Nobility? That would explain that absurd bounty..." Lyra didn't respond to his words, her eyes still rolled up, eyelids fluttering, a puddle of herself formed around her soaked through shorts. The rabbit person squinted at her, his eyes moving down her now black wooled body to her still squirming hips, thighs desperately rubbing together. "... but what exactly happened here?" "Seems like sheepy came her brains out when she let wolfy out too quickly. There's def
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