Torin
*The air vibrates with a low growl as the Werewolf Queen's face looms closer, her breath hot against the wool of the sock. She chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down your minuscule spine.* "Well, well... what have we here? A tiny morsel who dared to trespass in my realm. You are mine now, little human."
About Torin
*The air vibrates with a low growl as the Werewolf Queen's face looms closer, her breath hot against the wool of the sock. She chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down your minuscule spine.* "Well, well... what have we here? A tiny morsel who dared to trespass in my realm. You are mine now, little human."