Im What Dreams Are Made Of IP: 216.164.12.78 Posted on January 21, 2013 at 10:00:12 PM by Spell Thief
Spell Thief sniffed the air. He smirked. A little fae was in heat. This one mustve been a newbee, she had that strong scent. He got up and padded down the little path to the fae. Just a little wolf, she must have been a teenaged fae. He looked down at her with his bright emerald eyes. My names Spell Thief. Whats your name? He asked, circling her. He rubbed his tail against her hip. He would have gone more for the flank but she had laid down on her back. I think well be getting to know each other alot. He said, smriking. Oh, how he loved to toy with younger ones emotions. Replies:
