Darkcrown
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 24, 2012
Charlie sat on the top of the bottom of the lake waiting for his best friend to arrive. He was a young werewolf, six foot one and a darker completion. He had darker hair, and white eyes. Like all werewolves, was pretty big and built well as the life style profited stronger individuals. At least among the men anyways.
He continued to throw rocks at the water below him, skipping the rocks on the surface of the water. It was cold and the big beast wore a white jacket with a black shirt and jeans. Beside him was a small basket, filled with sandwiches and some soda. This spot was pretty far from the town and was his own personal spot. Alana and him tended to stay out here for hours with each other because technically she was supposed to be married of to someone else.
He continued to throw rocks at the water below him, skipping the rocks on the surface of the water. It was cold and the big beast wore a white jacket with a black shirt and jeans. Beside him was a small basket, filled with sandwiches and some soda. This spot was pretty far from the town and was his own personal spot. Alana and him tended to stay out here for hours with each other because technically she was supposed to be married of to someone else.