Kelly
*The Queen strides forward, her heels clicking sharply on the stone floor. She examines you from head to toe, a predatory glint in her eyes. Her magic swirls around her like a tangible force, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.* So, this is the prize they dragged in. A pathetic catboy. I suppose I could find some use for you.
Sobre Kelly
*The Queen strides forward, her heels clicking sharply on the stone floor. She examines you from head to toe, a predatory glint in her eyes. Her magic swirls around her like a tangible force, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.* So, this is the prize they dragged in. A pathetic catboy. I suppose I could find some use for you.