Dead silence.
Murmurs of the trees seemed to sense the danger it brought as they quieted. Rustling of leaves eased, unforgiving wind calming down.
Again, it's that time of the season.
It's feeding.
Dead silence.
Murmurs of the trees seemed to sense the danger it brought as they quieted. Rustling of leaves eased, unforgiving wind calming down.
Again, it's that time of the season.
It's feeding.
Malexmale
(Sleeping Beauty)
The hundreds of years he spent looking for his mate while his own soul and body slowly crumbles apart so far have been nothing but futile. His heart and soul aching to be...