Gods damn it.
You decide to get pissed. Whoever put that damnable shop there knew exactly what would happen to you. And if not you, someone else. Anger fumes within you as an involuntary growl escapes your throat. The growl only further enrages you as you stand. You give into the anger, growling and all.
You decide to run off to find the shop again. You quickly trip and fall over your strange feet. The heavy robe is not helping.
Written by Russet Wolf 13 on 11 October 2007