#rosewhite3

it’s wings were black as night. Perhaps blacker, but swirling with moonlight like a dark, bitter roast flows into a cup. Ruby red eyes glowed, though soft as a rose. The glowing was not blinding, but still a beam eerie and reassuring all at once. Such an odd creature, looking at it. Wonderful, and strange, as snow on a summer’s day. Like rain during the clearest sky.

hope you like it boss man

Oh, I do like that a lot!