Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

good girl. he purled a smirk on his face.

He chuckled. I'm not one for plants, at least not many. But I'll try to find some.

He chuckled again. She was losing her fear. He didn't mind though he hoped she realized he wasn't entirely good.

I'm From a place called Lazarus Copse. Its far from here and gone. Burned to the ground.

He shifted and rapped a tail against the ground. My scars are for different things. I was a slave, born into it. Queen's consort.

He studied her. The notches on my ears are for every wolf i killed for her. The notches in my tail for every pup i kidnapped for her. The notches in my front legs every wolf that used me for their pleasure. The rest from fights. Curiosity sated?

He asked mirthlessly. Though a smirk still held presence there. He was ehat he was. There was no changing him.

He chuckled. No relations.

What would you like to know about the stars little cloud.