>>941983033
>from the shadow's his presence is felt before his eyes are seen. Carrying himself with an uncanny ease, the grace of a gentleman, the aura of hell itself. The silhouette of his ears set on the dark backdrop of the arena. The glint of his monocle centering focus. HE... had arrived
>but how long would he stay? None could say, the day is long, and the games will be busy, catch me if you can...
The White Rabbit