Ajija - ""

Âge : 0 ans

Genre : Masculin

Statut : En vie

Race : Spriggan

Culte : Kayaamat

"Ainsi-est..?"

...C'est quoi ?

"And as you walk troughout the trees

Between the rotten trunks of old

Your heart begs you not to be bold

For you hear whispers in the breeze

And as you run through the forest

From every corner of your eyes

You see the things your mind denies

Wooden claws clutching to your breast

For there is something in the dark

Slowly crawling through the treeline

The cracks of wood covered in vine

Is just the way these Old Things bark"

Par un ami.