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PACK ANIMAL

LECTURES 1,332
Votes 107
Chapitres 16
Durée 2h 49m

LECTURES 1,332
Votes 107
Chapitres 16
Durée 2h 49m

❝bare your teeth, little one, for you are made of stardust and divinity.❞

It is said, in the era before the mother of our mothers, when the ancients first built their ruins, we were not alone in this world. Creatures flitted through the skies above, blooming with the vibrance of flowers. Creatures swam through the water below, glittering with the brilliance of metal.

It has been long since they abandoned us, fleeing into the constellations overhead. We do not blame them. For now, we too know of the terror of being hunted.

CONTENT WARNINGS (18+)
Graphic violence and gore, physical and verbal abuse, self-destructive actions, suicidal ideation and attempt, character death, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things.

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