⌠✬★*´´☽ — PRAY FOR THE WICKED ⌡

[drachen]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]

Spoiler:

Books were such delicate and precious things this world had to offer. Knowledge kept away in text created by man, holding all sorts of information to absorb and use in every day life, or perhaps to be used in a later time. The thought of learning from them had alway captivated the demon hybrid at a young age, learning to read english as a secondary language and glaze over bits of german taught to him orally. A deep desire to have complete mastery over many areas lingered in the soul of a creature who wanted to do good and share it with the world.

A low huff drifted from charcoal lips as the beast of ash and smoke trotted along, enjoying the nice scenery off flowers and trees with the chirping birds and buzzing bees. Some time to explore outside of Colour Command despite its many biomes for him to check and make out. Bushy tailed twitching, his head lowered itself once the scent of another tickled his nostrils, forcing back the venomous drool threatening to spill out. No, there would be no acts of cannibalism if he could help himself. The massive dire wolf trekked in the direction of the stranger, head cocking to the side to see a smaller, dainty canine to be invested in the book beneath his paws. Huh. Thick paws brought forth the creature as he sniffed.

"Kon'nichiwa," honey and silk poured out. "What's that you're reading?"

Look over Tori's stuff and then go from there. He's such a new character that I haven't gotten to fully plan out his background and future plots.

Don't forget he doesn't know what person space is gjmcgjvggtu
It's not to be rude or doing it on purpose but he can't help it when curiosity takes over