Nov 8, 2016
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If there was anything Damara wouldn’t have predicted meeting herself with at any time in her entire life, was this. The woman before her seemed like a carapacian mixtured with a cherub’s final life stage’s wings.
How did she find herself in this situation? Only the Horrorterrors would know. The troll wasn’t even aware of the weird planet’s name to begin with. And wouldn’t care less, also. Probably space shenanigans.
“O... Kay...” she began, darting her eyes about the entire place, “Let’s talk about my trumpet-beast in the room: who are you?”
