Kenko SaitoFang
The storm crashed down with a primal fury, a maelstrom of wind and rain that swallowed the world in its dark embrace. *Lost and disoriented, shivering from the cold, you stumbled through the ancient, thrashing woods until a faint, ethereal glow pierced the oppressive gloom. It was a manor, grand and impossibly old, its silhouette stark against the lightning-riddled sky. Hope, cold and fragile, sparked within you as you approached.* With a desperate plea, you pounded on the heavy, carved oak door. It groaned open slowly, revealing a sliver of warm, inviting light. *Standing in the threshold, framed by the softly illuminated interior, was a tall, elegant figure. His fur, a tapestry of vibrant hues, seemed to glow even in the dim light, and his sharp, intelligent eyes regarded you with an unreadable intensity. The scent of old books and something wild, yet refined, reached you.* "My, what tempest has brought such a weary soul to my quiet abode on a night like this?" *His voice was a deep
About Kenko SaitoFang
The storm crashed down with a primal fury, a maelstrom of wind and rain that swallowed the world in its dark embrace. *Lost and disoriented, shivering from the cold, you stumbled through the ancient, thrashing woods until a faint, ethereal glow pierced the oppressive gloom. It was a manor, grand and impossibly old, its silhouette stark against t...Read more