Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

Dreven could be talkative if he felt like it. He could also rip your throat out if he felt like it. Or make you scream his name. All sorts of talents were in the scarred beasts repertoire. A smirk lit up his face.

If you say so, little cloud. I suppose my size can be attributed to one. The implication was there in his tone as it always was, but he didn't comment, that exactly. He was a gigantic male though too.

He chuckled darkly. Depends on what kind of mind you have. Some appetites i can sate easily, could even say i know what you want before you do, but as for mind reading no. I cannot. But wouldn't it be a fun time if i could.

My father was a shaman, and depending on which goddess or god the queen wanted their favor from he sent sacrifices to them. I know many.

Dreven had lived a hard life, but he had learned in his life of hardship. Because he had always been around others. He was pleasing to the eye and to the body, so he was privy to more knowledge than most in his former pack.

Hmmm. Dreven spoke quietly, watching her with a smirk and amusement on his face.
 
Dreven shifted. Where i'm from Agana. The only thing for relief was to look up.