Dear, I haven't ever heard of a living fog coming from an earthquake.
[But she's one of the only who knew (or thought) it lived-- with how it writhed and how it seemed to stretch for her as she ran, ran into the cars told them to drive swung through the trees dived off the cliffs. She's the mouse, and even though she manages to get out of the cat's grasp, she's still on the lower rung of the food chain.]
The mayors called for anyone who could to climb Plegia's peaks to see where the fog came from. Long story short, a mutated mess of limbs who seemed to know more than he was letting on was the one responsible for the mess.
[But she doubts Killua just wants the short story.]
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[But she's one of the only who knew (or thought) it lived-- with how it writhed and how it seemed to stretch for her as she ran, ran into the cars told them to drive swung through the trees dived off the cliffs. She's the mouse, and even though she manages to get out of the cat's grasp, she's still on the lower rung of the food chain.]
The mayors called for anyone who could to climb Plegia's peaks to see where the fog came from. Long story short, a mutated mess of limbs who seemed to know more than he was letting on was the one responsible for the mess.
[But she doubts Killua just wants the short story.]