Oct 28, 2014
flamesofdeceit
☥ -- Dark eyes watched her, narrowing slightly as he studied this woman. He wasn't entirely sure where he and his Aunt were now, the woman off at the brook about a mile up the way if his ears were right. Black Jackal ears flicked against ebony hair as Khemet finally spoke, his speech halting, cold, "Who are you." A bone khopesh slipped into his hand, as he tried to come off as imposing, "And what do you want?"