Mount Everfall bullspear

a fancy kitten of a she-wolf. asmodeus smirked, dipping into a bow. "the pleasure is all mine."

oh. poor dear. poor innocent dear. she hasn't taken his meaning at all. fighting back another chuckle, the man smiled instead. "my name is asmodeus. and i am very sure, chanel vasselli."

her scent was identical to the one worn by the golden woman. ”you’re from around here then?”