Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37843592-20190114051616/@comment-38232361-20190318190326

The two werewolves lurked in the underbrush staring at the sight before them. A male dhampir walking down the forgotten road, attention focused on an outdated map in his hands. On one hand, he was technically a vampire, an enemy to them. On the other... he was an unclaimed male they could share.

(New profile pic. Got rammed by one too many minotaurs, and I am now stuck in a walking coffin with enough armorplating and heavy weaponry to take on a dragon or two. EVEN IN DEATH, I SERVE THE EMPEROR!)