- Messages
- 57
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Curly 10 Inch Unyielding Spruce Wand with Doxy Wing Core
- Age
- 6/2012
[adminapproval=30531116]
Drakon had a lot to consider, since he heard that his sister was back in the country. Drakon remembered that terrible night when she murdered his family, except with a few members. He was supposed to have died back then. Yet, here he was, with a family and a beautiful wife. But what he was doing now was for the best. He waved his wand and all of his clothing and belongings packed themselves away in a single suitcase. He groaned but he knew that if he stuck around for long, he would have no choice but to put his wife and loved ones in danger of Anastasia. He did not want to chance that with Athena. With a heavy heart, he took off his wedding band, and placed it on the nightstand, and a well-written note to leave to her. Drakon frowned, hating himself for running. But, he did not want Athena to suffer at the hands of his sister. Drakon left the bedroom, slamming the door closed. The note, however, flew from the nightstand, wedging itself in the crack between the wall and the stand. He left his wife and family, going on the run. Not even the Scitorari would be able to find him.
Drakon had a lot to consider, since he heard that his sister was back in the country. Drakon remembered that terrible night when she murdered his family, except with a few members. He was supposed to have died back then. Yet, here he was, with a family and a beautiful wife. But what he was doing now was for the best. He waved his wand and all of his clothing and belongings packed themselves away in a single suitcase. He groaned but he knew that if he stuck around for long, he would have no choice but to put his wife and loved ones in danger of Anastasia. He did not want to chance that with Athena. With a heavy heart, he took off his wedding band, and placed it on the nightstand, and a well-written note to leave to her. Drakon frowned, hating himself for running. But, he did not want Athena to suffer at the hands of his sister. Drakon left the bedroom, slamming the door closed. The note, however, flew from the nightstand, wedging itself in the crack between the wall and the stand. He left his wife and family, going on the run. Not even the Scitorari would be able to find him.