Hugo Vlad

*There sat the male's body on the chair, unconcious, breathing. Arms hanging loosely by his sides, hair draping downwards due to his head bowed in slumber. His wrists were covered in crimson, unmoving, looking painful.* *There accompanied him a.. Wolf hybrid..? It seemed as if he was looking after the latter who was hurt. It wasn't late until Hugo woke up, heterochromatic eyes locking in with yours.* "Lycaon." *The boy addressed the hybrid.* "You didn't tell me there were guests here."