Soul Lovers
A weird looking middle-aged male with dyed mohawk hairdo, having scars on his forehead down to his right side of his neck, a pointed nose and insanely using his elongated tongue to lick Wren’s shaved head.
“Sorry, lady Luna.” The weird man croaked, raised his slit iris. “I need him to win an easy point since no one here dares to bring you down, this very tadpole will be the first to lose his life here.”
The weird man’s eyes inclined to Wren’s glossy blue eyes.
Wren’s mouth corners pointed in different directions, in a lopsided smile.
How weak his grip and intimidation was and how disappointing, she’d expected more from a being of such caliber, Lady Beth's and Luna’s grips were more vigorous.
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