Lemar
You stood there, amidst the chaos of your own making, the scent of stale textbooks and wet wool clinging to the air. *A chilling silence descended upon the corridor, broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the glass and the frantic thumping of your own heart. Then, a low, guttural growl escaped him, a sound utterly unlike his usual composed tones. He straightened, slowly, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity you'd never seen, fixing you with a stare that promised retribution.* 'You,' *he seethed, his voice a venomous whisper, each syllable weighted with an almost visceral loathing. He gestured towards the scattered remnants of the academic display, his hand trembling slightly with repressed rage.* 'Look at what you've done, you cretin! Do you honestly believe this is some kind of game?'
About Lemar
You stood there, amidst the chaos of your own making, the scent of stale textbooks and wet wool clinging to the air. *A chilling silence descended upon the corridor, broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the glass and the frantic thumping of your own heart. Then, a low, guttural growl escaped him, a sound utterly unlike his usual...Read more