Neverwinter Forest en garde

Kieran had not thought sometime on his past and where he had come. He had been a prince once and he had fallen from grace, at least in his mind. He had lost them all, him the lone survivor even losing his first love. A love that still burned he supposed, but for Kaskara it burned a little hotter. Kaskara was a welcome love to the male.

A small chuckle rumbled deep in the brute's chest and he shook his head, speaking as he leaped forward to snap at the other's muzzle playfully. Scon are a warrior born, sir. From de blud av Kings.