soren
A party? Free drinks and pretty girls in little to no clothing? Sign him up. The youngling nearly vibrated as he made his way down the beach and to the gathering, a smirky smile plastered across his face as he took up a cocktail and shoved a snack down his throat. soren
He didn’t have many thoughts on whether the family was good or bad. The only thing he knew was that they had taken over Stormbreak, but it wasn’t the reason he left. He would have left as soon as he hit adulthood even if the Order were still in power. It wasn’t the city, after all, that he resented — it was his family culture.
The ancient flicked his tail and took a slip of his cocktail, licking the sugary-sweet taste off his fangs and lips as he looked around, assessing and deciding where to go next.
We're spitting off the edge of the world out in the night
