[littl3chocobo]

his beauty had left him, some man stole roses from his secret garden and now his men had a dirty little boy locked in a cell under the claim that he would marry the prince. the prince snorted his displeasure, the night drew long and he was left unsated. under the waxing moon he slid from his garments and becoming a wolf as pure as quick-silver and just as dangerous he leaped into the bramble and through a hole in the all, he would deal with this all in the morning