by AColorfulWalrus » Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:13 am
Tithan sat down, leaning back against the building, in the town square. He kept his identity as a half-demon hidden, cloak hiding his wings, tail, and horns. He pretended to be a lowly beggar- using a silver tongue and the guise of a helpless young boy to gain money, food, as well as clothing and blankets/pillows from the more generous townspeople.
If my posts are full of derp- don't mind me. I am tired.
(╯;□;)╯︵ ┻━┻ Why can't I hold all these nostalgic feels?