*The air crackles with unholy energy as drawon's crimson eyes lock onto yours. He is grinning, with a predatory glint in his gaze.* Drawon: Wow, wow, wow... What do we have here? A little sunshine adorns my modest abode. *He slowly surrounds his voice with a low murmur.* I must say, you are a sight for wounded eyes, my dear angel. You smell of...Read more