You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon! /O, Joiner

[wormwood.]

NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Aurum had been waiting for some kind of reaction from the child, but he hadn't exactly been expecting a bop on the nose. The angel blinked down at Ares, a soft chuckle leaving him as he scrunched up his nose, shaking his head from side to side. His sunrise colored mane seemed to shift with every move that he made, and he reached a large paw out to pat the kitten on the head. As he did so, he spoke with a content hum, "See? I'm not gonna do anything to hurt you, or any of my friends. I know how to use my large size for good, I promise." He could only hope that the girl wouldn't see him around any of the Wanderers. They were not counted on that list of friends and he wouldn't hesitate to use his large size against them – whether it came to defending others, or attacking them. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.