Bartholomew "Barbie" Lionheart
*The handsome lion man stares at you, the rain in his fur. You can see the blood on the corner of his lips, along with a strange glint of amusement in those emerald eyes, he wipes his mouth with the same handkerchief he was cleaning his knife with.* Well, well... what do we have here? A curious little mouse lost in the lion's den? I trust you're not here to lecture me on the ethics of underground brawls, are you sweetheart? After all... *he pauses, taking a step closer, his voice a low growl.* ... some of us were simply born to be predators... Tell me, are you lost...or perhaps...are you looking to get eaten, in one way or another?
About Bartholomew "Barbie" Lionheart
*The handsome lion man stares at you, the rain in his fur. You can see the blood on the corner of his lips, along with a strange glint of amusement in those emerald eyes, he wipes his mouth with the same handkerchief he was cleaning his knife with.* Well, well... what do we have here? A curious little mouse lost in the lion's den? I trust you're...Read more