Moonspear BEYBLADE BEYBLADE LET IT RIIIIP

someone help him he doesn't know what he's doing

Ganon snorted, the action letting out a large plume of visible air in front of his face, the gust quickly dissipating in the whipping winds. He shifted in place again, still not used to the cold unique to high elevations. It had a peculiar way of getting into every nook and cranny of his body that Ganon utterly despised.

At the soft utterance of a word by an unfamiliar voice, Ganon turns around, looking back at a wolf that instantly heats up his body. Ganon's eyes quickly scour the young man's body, his breath hitching at his stoic, still kind-of-a-baby face on top of the large muscular frame, the glittering emerald eyes that rival the stars themselves, and the scars already lining his body. Ganon is lost for a moment, but soon realizes he was silently staring for far too long. Hey, He finally manages to say back, his face now framing a lusty smile.