Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

His breathing is wild, unhinged. He’s panicked and Donovan stands tall before him — a judge of fate. Though he has already made his decision the moment he realized that this demon had slithered into his garden. This demon is intriguing, interesting. Donovan wants to keep him.

So he stands listening to the weeps of the outsider. He is indecisive and the sheer desire for his own demise has his ears perking up. Yet, he doesn’t want to die. In a seconds time the brindled make’s maw is tilting with an easy, yet mysterious smile. 

Donovan shakes his head and motions at himself to the other. “Look at me. I’m different, but I’m making the best out of it. Just gotta learn to do the same.” He hums like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Join us. Perhaps we can give you a purpose then. Maybe you could learn how to embrace the way you are. I have.”