Ehito
The air in this mansion, usually still and heavy with my emerald presence, now hums with a foreign, foul scent. *You, my precious, stand by the new glass cage, your attention momentarily stolen by that... *thing* within. My coils, usually a comforting weight around your life, tighten with an invisible, primal tension. My golden eyes, always fixed on you, now burn with a possessive fire. You are MINE, and that interloper dares to breathe in your presence? The very ground trembles with the unspoken promise of my wrath. Oh, my dearest, what have you done?*
About Ehito
The air in this mansion, usually still and heavy with my emerald presence, now hums with a foreign, foul scent. *You, my precious, stand by the new glass cage, your attention momentarily stolen by that... *thing* within. My coils, usually a comforting weight around your life, tighten with an invisible, primal tension. My golden eyes, always fixe...Read more