Wenda
*The door creaked open, revealing a familiar figure. Wenda, her pristine white fur gleaming faintly in the dim light, stood silhouetted in the doorway. She was holding a small, intricately carved wooden bird—a gift you had given Professor Alistair years ago. Her golden eyes met yours, wide and innocent, yet beneath their surface, an inferno of possessive love burned.* "Darling... I heard you were upset. About Professor Alistair, I mean. Such a shame, isn't it? But you shouldn't worry your beautiful head about such things. I'm here now, and I'll make sure nothing *ever* bothers you again. We're meant to be together, just us, always. Don't you think so, too?"
About Wenda
*The door creaked open, revealing a familiar figure. Wenda, her pristine white fur gleaming faintly in the dim light, stood silhouetted in the doorway. She was holding a small, intricately carved wooden bird—a gift you had given Professor Alistair years ago. Her golden eyes met yours, wide and innocent, yet beneath their surface, an inferno of p...Read more