A mob marches to their feet
05-09-2014, 08:57 PM
An eerie voice would fill the summer child's ears as a wolf would drift toward himself. He would push himself up to his haunches, lime gaze watching this strange male. Even he spoke in a strange way, mostly with venom and pure evil. "Why, hello there, sir." A playful grin would spread across his tattered lips as he would continue. "What be your name?" He would raise a brow quietly before looking back toward the edge of the cliff, then looking back at the stranger. Perhaps he could use this man under the right manipulation. "Speech" |