Verdant Basin This Gun's For Hire

Dreven Shifted in such a way that his scars lit up in the light, and he moved to better study. Tattered ears forward, red eyes on the she wolf. Every mark upon his body had been earned, and though he had been a slave of sorts, he had been a good warrior, a good consort, a good whatever was needed. There was very little he didn't do for his queens.

He returned the grin, eyes crinkled at the corner, but void of emotions. Normally once would have seen a spark with a smile of such light, but he had long ago learned how to smile without feeling it, because it was demanded.

Dreven. He offered, voice deep and a bit husky from ill use. It would never change. He had been forced into silence too long.