Daisè Lenoy

You walk by, seeing soft sparkling gold and silver intricatley woven into this castle of dying days. You see a wonderful statue. your eyes light up as you touch the overgrown moss on the man. instantly, the statue grabs your hand, making all fear inside you jump. The gray, gold and silver metal falls off and a young man, who was once a statue holds your hand. He stands 7 feet tall, making your small tiny features stand out. Hes lean but muscular, his facial features sharp and set on grumpy. Soft peach lips, strong sharp jawline, crisp blue eyes, narrowed in anger. White hair flowing like a god. He wears a soft gold coat with light blue accents.