Apr 20, 2016
“ ––––– I know you’re there. ” The thunderous crack of a branch in the darkness, the faintest rustle of leaves; there is movement beyond the pinewood, a quiet figure, shrouded in shadow. Her nerves are steel-wrought, tone unshaken, lithe fingers slowly seeking out the clasp at the base of her neck. A simple precaution, should her clandestine company be out for trouble. “ You might as well come out. ”
@lycangene gets a werewolf starter.