Even Loren was starting to suspect there might be something wrong with him. He was draped in many layers of furs, including his own, a metallic gold along his arms and legs, with the hint of a darker reddish brown mane poking out from his neck. His head and face were human though.
Shivering, he stared into the fire. The room reeked of the scent of unwashed bodies, dried blood, burnt flesh, and sickness. His hair was matted to his head, and his minimal clothing was ragged and stained. His skin was pale looking, causing the scars on his hands and face to stand out starkly.
Astra was curled up next to him. Every once in a while, she'd lift her head and bleat at him. At that point he'd reach out and pat her head. However, his eyes were fixed on the flickering flames.
Wessex
Shivering, he stared into the fire. The room reeked of the scent of unwashed bodies, dried blood, burnt flesh, and sickness. His hair was matted to his head, and his minimal clothing was ragged and stained. His skin was pale looking, causing the scars on his hands and face to stand out starkly.
Astra was curled up next to him. Every once in a while, she'd lift her head and bleat at him. At that point he'd reach out and pat her head. However, his eyes were fixed on the flickering flames.
THE FIREBRAND
Loren
