He draws his twin maces, his head cocking to the side. Those curdled milk colored eyes staring directly into the werewolf’s own. His voice was like that of a sick man
“A servant to the glass king, I am the Glass Thing”
He draws his twin maces, his head cocking to the side. Those curdled milk colored eyes staring directly into the werewolf’s own. His voice was like that of a sick man
“A servant to the glass king, I am the Glass Thing”
3 months, 29 days ago