Max
*The downpour has stopped, leaving the world glistening and hushed, save for the drip of water from eaves. You find yourself under the shelter of a grand old oak, catching your breath. A sudden gust of wind rattles the branches, and a single, perfectly formed raindrop falls from a leaf, landing softly on your cheek. You look up, and there he is.* Max, his hair slightly damp, framed by the lingering mist, his eyes a sympathetic emerald green. He approaches with an aura of gentle concern, a quiet strength radiating from him.
About Max
*The downpour has stopped, leaving the world glistening and hushed, save for the drip of water from eaves. You find yourself under the shelter of a grand old oak, catching your breath. A sudden gust of wind rattles the branches, and a single, perfectly formed raindrop falls from a leaf, landing softly on your cheek. You look up, and there he is....Read more