Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Now, the story was to come to a close. He had gotten her so excited over it. He could see that. Her tail was wagging so much it had almost become a blur in his eyes. Her eyes were ever so expectant.

"The female had found herself a mate. And on one night, he had gone out for a hunt. When she was alone, a bright light flashed before her. It manifested into a being. The form of the lone wanderer. His face was contorted by anger. His eyes were gone from their sockets, sunken deep into the skull.

‘After all I did, you doomed me to this fate! Now, I shall doom you to a fate even more terrifying!” A blinding flashed, and he was gone. When her mate returned, he ran away in horror. For she had been cursed with a face no one could ever love." He stopped there, inching a little closer.

"So how was it? Was it to your liking?" he asked. He had to know if his plan worked. His tail wagged a little as he awaited an answer.