[ Houou's not crouched, not hiding, he's balanced on a piece of tumbled masonry standing tall and watching intently. He's seen some truly awful sights in his time, but this is downright harrowing. He's not looking away though, as much as the morphing creatures mesh with some of his worst nightmares, his biggest fears for himself--
The message snaps off his train of thought like the shock sound of broken porcelain and he taps out an answer, with hardly a glance to the relative stranger at his side. ]
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The message snaps off his train of thought like the shock sound of broken porcelain and he taps out an answer, with hardly a glance to the relative stranger at his side. ]
I do-- away from the others though.