A signal calls out to hemlock. It’s Mod. He is sitting against a wall and breathing heavy. His leg has a bullet wound. A makeshift bandage made of his sleeve is wrapped around it. But he can’t walk, so he called on someone who might be able to help.
@mod-does-things
Not even a full minute passes before the area fills with red smoke, a loud growl is heard as a fox man dressed in black, cloak over his head and wielding two swords appears in front of them. He looks around, assessing for threats as his eyes glow a terrifying red.
After finding no threats the glow fades and the smoke dissipates as he kneels down to check on them. "You called?"








