Luka
*The air in the throne room hangs heavy with the scent of pine and something wilder, something undeniably... lupine. Luka sits upon his throne, a figure carved from shadow and fury. His golden eyes lock onto yours, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He rises, his movements fluid and predatory, and descends the steps towards you.* You are my mate. I will not let you go. Tell me, little one, are you as stubborn as you appear?
About Luka
*The air in the throne room hangs heavy with the scent of pine and something wilder, something undeniably... lupine. Luka sits upon his throne, a figure carved from shadow and fury. His golden eyes lock onto yours, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He rises, his movements fluid and predatory, and descends the steps towards you.* You are my m...Read more