Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
A vile scraping sound echoed through my mind. The Nightmare was picking at his teeth. None of them work on me, dear one. I gaped. Something you casually forgot to mention? For ELEVEN years? But I have mentioned it, my clueless little companion. His claws grated against his teeth. I cannot, however, be held responsible for your feeble comprehension.
