Altar of Twilight [ art :: elennóna

He liftened closely. Trying to remember what Mint looked like. He thought it was kinda ferny looking. He knew the smell.

Dreven had been born into his station. Had not known he could be anything but. It was strange what years of conditioning could do. However, it also very much made him, him. Dreven however was mostly shameless.
 
Dreven shrugged a leg up. It is of no consequence. It happened. I survived. I can tell pretty girls about stars for it.
 
He chuckled dryly a little darkly. I ask guidance from no one and nothing. But they give me something to look up too when i need it.