In the darkest of night he came to the hallow, as swift as the wind and silent as a shadow,none knew of him, yet no one dared to ask of him.
Maybe a lord they thought not sure of how to react, for he was a man if i dare call him that,a man of great size and posture wearing armor of leather yet dark as death's feathers.
With long snowy hair that danced in the breeze and eyes that resembled the most heated metal for his red eyes glowed just like the devil. His shield bared a crest of an unfamiliar turf, that of an unknown house.
He carried a sword on his back, that looked as if the giants themselves forged it for their pack.
With beautiful pale skin with pinch of gray ash,and a scar over his left eye that ran
down to his cheek.
An elegant "gray prince" they mumbled to each other as their words were muffled by one another.
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Insanity is the mind's playground, enjoy the bliss of twisted thoughts for life might be very dull..
Insanity is the mind's playground, enjoy the bliss of twisted thoughts for life might be very dull..