...:::M O N S T E R:::... IP: 50.121.177.156 Posted on July 1, 2013 at 04:43:09 AM by Ash
Ash trotted out to the edge of the river, not really knowing what to do. His sleek black pelt glistened in the day light, his white underbelly hidden beneath his figure. His feirce yello orbs darted back and forth, as he approached the bank. The brute lowers his cranium to lap up the refreshing liquid, not noticing an ebony fae beside of him. Replies: