The Last Lycanthrope
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In an elegant ancient Greek castle stood a very handsome young man with a serious expression.
He has brown wavy hair looks like silk, his odd purple-orange eyes stared at the thrown in front of him with an unknown gaze but his gaze was serious never the less.
His thick brows were furrowed in thought, thoughts which makes him shiver. The more he thought about what he felt and saw the weaker his knees became but a part of him was excited. Because he wanted to see the show which most of those fools would call war would begin and end.