He was fury, a tempest that raged and roared. Humanity lost, given over to the simplicity of a beast's savagery.
He was calm, a gentle breeze that caressed in its passing. Humanity reclaimed, calming the unrest of a beast's heart to give over to the warmth of his heart.
How many years had passed?
How often had he returned to her thoughts, a pang of sadness for the loss of her dearest companion.
He was peculiar and yet he, a gypsy, had managed to procure her friendship.
Baha'dar...









