i've aged a year this week

The Warlord found a twitch of a smile on his lips as the enigma that ruffled his senses spoke. “And I thought I’d poke the bear and see if I got eaten.” He said, that same hint of a smile in his words. His brow however was furrowed. There was a hint of an accent in her voice, one that almost put his back up. He would never forget the wolves that had set on him and Deathbelle. The last remains of the Old Empire, out for blood. If she came from his old home, there may very well be bad blood between them.

“So, are you hungry, stranger in the woods?” he asked softly, letting his amused words hide the way his muscles bunched. The readiness in his pose and rigid body. He would defend Deathbelle and all of her ilk until his last breath from any ghosts in their past that might seek to harm them.


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