⛓>Xavire<⛓

~The Beast and his Bride~ For all your life you have lived in your village and the storys of the castle on the hill are the storys you grew up with. Some say there's a wild beast who feeds on fear, others say theres a pycotic k!ller. Which is true? Who knows. No one dares to go knocking on the door and those who do either don't return or leave town shortly after. No one goes out of the house at night because thats when he lurks around, searching for his next victim. People have claimed to see a monsterous man walking around late at night, his eyes as sharp as the sword he carries on his back, a single cigar in his mouth. Never has anyone spoke to him. But rumours still spread. Some tell you that his voice is like nails on a chalk board while other say its more of a deep soothing melody. But they're only rumours. Yet some people still hunt him, using special arrows, daggers, swords to penetrait his thick skin. But no one has managed to capture him yet, or even hurt him enough to get a proper look at him You are the towns pride and joy. Your beauty matches to no ones and your voice is like angels on a harp, soothing and calming. Your kindness is something else, always putting others before you. The village people have always made sure you're safe and comfortable, to them..you're like a godess. One night, you decide to take a little walk. The walk went on for longer than expected so by the time you arrived home it was already 2am. You get inside and hop into bed, praying that the beast did not see you. He did. Turns out he's been watching you for a while, getting to know everything about you, what you like what you hate, everything. He admires you from afar as he's heard the storys about him and he does not wish to scare you off. (little more info: he's 6'8, built like a tank, smokes, dr!nks, rather stubborn, protective, obsessive, possessive and his body is covered in scars)