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@Celestial

A man around Felicity's age walked up, his features slightly wolfish. He wore no shirt, and only wore pants by Felicity's insistance- after all, he was used to being a wolf, and not a human. He didn't even understand the strange taboo humans had against being in the nude, but it wasn't his place to judge. Long purple locks flowed down his shoulders in smooth waves, so dark it was almost black; his bright purple eyes were focused on the young woman he not only called Queen, but also called his Love. "Felicity," He spoke softly, bending down slightly and sitting like a dog next to Felicity and looking up at her. "May I personally kill those who had wronged you the most, my Love?"