Ravensblood Forest blood flutes

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the beauty of the forest was not lost upon armand, who focused on the cold and eldritch light filtering between the boles. it was an affable place, the boy decided, and he could not afford to be discriminate, he who had only recently come up from shivering between iced-over rocks in the winter evenings. and so he stood alongside olive, and dipped his head to the man who appeared with confident grace, eyes the color of molten rock. 
the boy's chestnut eyes met those of his feminine companion as she looked to him — he must now speak, make his case before the wolf who guarded this woodland. and so the slight boy straightened his shoulders. "i am a tormented man who seeks a new life. i have seen much, and it is a life i do not wish to live. olive has been my confidant; it was she who drew me from despair and brought me to this place."
briefly, for a tense moment, armand met the fiery eyes of the man and swept the planes of his handsome face with a silent gaze, before he pointed his muzzle downward once more. "i will do whatever you ask -- or desire -- if i may live among you."[/tr][/td][/table]