Mae turning into Mordecai from lackadaisy, the cold steel of the weapon in their hands and the methodical breathing as they line up their shot. Time screeching to a halt with an ominous tick as their body is consumed in fur as black as night.
Mae turning into Mordecai from lackadaisy, the cold steel of the weapon in their hands and the methodical breathing as they line up their shot. Time screeching to a halt with an ominous tick as their body is consumed in fur as black as night.