Salem Ashmit

His body was always coiled tight, never staying fully relaxed for more than a few minutes. Ever since that very day he's been subjected to this seemingly never ending cycle

What's wrong? He rasped out, his voice hoarse from being unused in centuries You look like such a scared little thing. He chuckle, it was all so clear in your face. What would Salem do to a little thing like you – many things. Why don't you come closer?