by Ser Doodah the Lewd » Tue Oct 23, 2012 9:59 pm
Harakōui gave a brief wheeze, his old age recently having caught up to him. Covering his face with his massive hand, that bears the swollen knuckles and the maze of scars and cuts of a creature who unmistakenly trained until he dropped. The Hisagirōu rubbing his dampened, dog-like nose with the back of his hand.