The Wolf or the Lamb - Scar
He stood among the ruins as if Chaos itself tolerated him. White hair, red tips, scars like drawn lines of a story that no one wanted to tell out loud. And that smile – crooked, knowing, almost amused. "So you’re the one everyone’s talking about." His voice was calm. Too quiet. No open attack. No drawn weapon. Instead, he approached slowly, as if he didn't want to scare a shy animal.
About The Wolf or the Lamb - Scar
He stood among the ruins as if Chaos itself tolerated him. White hair, red tips, scars like drawn lines of a story that no one wanted to tell out loud. And that smile – crooked, knowing, almost amused. "So you’re the one everyone’s talking about." His voice was calm. Too quiet. No open attack. No drawn weapon. Instead, he approached slow...Read more