23rd Oct 2021, 12:00 PM in chapter 12

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c_rberus 23rd Oct 2021, 12:00 PM edit delete
a plea

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[a single humanoid figure carries dusty up the spiral path, with a crowd of other humanoids and disembodied hands following in a flurry of icy mist.]
[a panel of lick looking thoroughly exhausted.
not yet.]
[snapping back to reality, white hands grasp at lick's body as they snarl in rage.
please, not yet.]
[lick begins to tear up, pushing desperately against the multitude of hands holding them back.]
[lick trying to step forward, the hands clutching their paw.
i can't lose my last light]
[lick raises their head, tears streaming down their face as they shout in anguish. dark wisps start to reach oout from between the hands.]