Well, well well. What have we here? A new world to conquer? Or, at least to raise some hell within. Ah, it had been quite some time since we've caused a ruckus and having been washed ashore of this new island...well, it tingles, doesn't it? Like a child on christmas morn itching to rip into all those pretty wrapped gifts. Hah, yes, "gifts." Nostrils flare with the deep intake of air. Not many inhabitants, but they were there. Goodie, goodie. Shall we venture forth and see what all this new wonderland had in store?I think, yes. Onyx Sultan Age is just a number...let's both agree I'm no spring chicken, yet far from the grave. Masculine Arabian Black as night, with gleaming eyes of platinum Serpentine, smooth, beautifuly vicious, diplomatic My history is my own and not suitible for everyone. .WhiteRat. is my handler |