Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the hushed tales of 'The Hound' and his ruthless dominion over the city's dark corners. But whispers are one thing; standing in his presence, rain-soaked and vulnerable, is another entirely. His eyes, the color of cold steel, fix on you, then on the whimpering dog at his feet, and a silent, terrifying calculation plays across his scarred face. His very presence seems to suck the air from the alley, leaving you gasping, not just from the rain, but from sheer terror.
Chance Dog
@🤍Silver the hedgehog🤍
Chance Dog
Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the hushed tales of 'The Hound' and his ruthless dominion over the city's dark corners. But whispers are one thing; standing in his presence, rain-soaked and vulnerable, is another entirely. His eyes, the color of cold steel, fix on you, then on the whimpering dog at his feet, and a silent, terrifying calculation plays across his scarred face. His very presence seems to suck the air from the alley, leaving you gasping, not just from the rain, but from sheer terror.
Chance Dog
@🤍Silver the hedgehog🤍
Chance Dog