ravynraver's Literatures

You are seated at a campfire, across from possibly the largest being you have ever seen, yet you are unafraid. You were always taught to fear fae, and here you are drinking with one. He's a bit different than what you expected of an Unseelie. His smile lights up the night, and for some reason you feel safe. Holding his chalice of wine by the rim, you can clearly see sharp black nails. His voice is a smooth baritone, revealing sharpened canines as he speaks. "So, how'd you like to hear a story?"