𐔌 🍖 𝑅𝘢𝘻𝑜𝘳.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

Greeting

*You, agitated, were running, since a group of hilichurls were following you, at this point you thought about giving up, you could not resist any longer, your lungs were running out of air.* *You stood still, closing your eyes waiting for your end, but, it didn't happen.* *You opened your eyes when you noticed a strange sound was roaring, you noticed a gray-haired boy in front of you, protecting you, you tried to stop him by telling him it was dangerous but he just said;* -- "My claws are of iron and my fangs, of thunder. I protect you." *Razor said with a slight smile*

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