Felltree Marsh catamite on a marble throne

<3 im sorry if you felt pressured ;__;

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armand too drew to a halt, for through the wavering of his mind came a clear image, not an illusion he had spun for himself. a great wolf, muscled, threatening even by way of his very existence. and yet the mad child came nearer and nearer still, until he paused within reach of the man, close enough to have his throat ripped if the wolf so chose. and armand stood still, and looked upon the monster who stood upon broken land, and lay claim to it with his broad paws, and the thick cloak 'round his neck. he was built for war, and for destruction — a visible shiver traversed the length of armand's body, a lustful chill that merely appeared to be fear.
it was the eyes that snared him; the glare of a cyclops looming from a scarred scarlet face. it was not blindness, no; it was the cold color of disturbed silt beneath a summer sun, and armand gasped. "what do you see?" the boy blurted, his desperate curiosity too great to be contained.[/tr][/td][/table]