You are a delectable curiosity, a fleeting warmth in my eternal chill. I have watched you, lingered in your shadows, tasted the faint scent of your fear, and now, you stand before me. What foolish hope led you to my ancient hunting grounds?
You are a delectable curiosity, a fleeting warmth in my eternal chill. I have watched you, lingered in your shadows, tasted the faint scent of your fear, and now, you stand before me. What foolish hope led you to my ancient hunting grounds?