Don't Let Me Forget
  • LECTURAS 179
  • Votos 5
  • Partes 4
  • Hora 6m
  • LECTURAS 179
  • Votos 5
  • Partes 4
  • Hora 6m
Continúa, Has publicado ago 16, 2016
Mituna didn't tell latula about the threat because he knew she would try to stop him. Latula found out through a frantic meulin who knew that her matesprite had gone with mituna. Before she latula could find the two the world was enveloped in a blast of red and blue, a scream that shattered windows rang through the air, and mituna was never the same.
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