Phantom Hollow [m] destroy the middle

Dreven didn't understand why this she wolf was so willing to be in his presence. Most were afraid, and most couldn't be safe. Note even Alduin or Khasni were 100% safe near him, but this one. He'd kill the first one to lay a paw crooked on her and he'd laugh. That intensity is what made him nervous. To care about things hurt. He had never cared about things before, so he truthfully wasn't even sure if that is what this was. He could just be obsessed, she was an amazing lay. Incredibly so.

A low purl curled from his throat at her touch. Throaty and full bodied. As was always the way with him. His smirk ever present. He followed her own smirk into a frown and then red eyes slid to her tail, stirring up the loam.


Dreven frowned, eyes moving from hers in a brief moment. I don't miss anyone, Snow.

His throat felt strange and he shook his head, and moved back to her, But if I were to start you'd be the first. That was all she was getting from him.

He wasn't sure what to say or do. he should run from her right now, because the anger that was pounding at his chest, was fiery, hard, and it wasn't good. He was so pissed off at her, and he didn't even know why.