Fu was laying on the floor of the dojo, feet crossed at the ankles and her hands behind her head. She was waiting for Darkhom, since he agreed to teach her the next step in the wind technique.
(( wtf, the header banner is so..... happy xp ))
The Mighty Jorge Legion of Unspeakable and/or Speakable Doom
Reply | ||||||
|
|
Goto Page: [|«] [<] 1 2 3 ... 7 8 9 10 11 [>] [»|] |