Sylverthorne
NA Perfume Description
In drop down - Default SAMPLE Orange Vial $4/5ml Cobalt Blue Bottle +12 ($16)
I am Sylverthorne. My curse is a family curse. I was born into the animal that I am. I am a native Indian to this land of America. I am female, of auburn hair and a distaste to those men that walk my woods in search of my animals and the herbs and spices I grow here. They always come and take and never return anything.
The day I died was the day I found him with his leg in one of my silver human traps. A beautiful man, very tall with a strong chest. He had dark red hair and possibly dead I slowly crept to him in my wolf form and licked at his wound even with trace amounts of tainted silver in his blood I attempted to heal the wound with my saliva. I sat there for a while looking at him, how beautiful of a man he was to me. I had never thought I would feel this way about a man that came to take from my woods and yet he was there sleeping under my canopy of protection.
I licked at his face and tried to revive him. He finally came to but I knew by the way his eyes began to turn gray that he was close to death. I had no choice but to bite him and give him the power of the Lycan. I looked at him lovingly so that he could understand what I was about to do was to save him from my human trap that took the blood from his wound. I bit hard into his chest and that is all I remember.
I am Sylverthorne, Lycan of VA.
Sacred Sage Leaf, Skin Musk, Native American Indian White Tea Leaf, Leather Accord and Forest Accord.
I am Sylverthorne. My curse is a family curse. I was born into the animal that I am. I am a native Indian to this land of America. I am female, of auburn hair and a distaste to those men that walk my woods in search of my animals and the herbs and spices I grow here. They always come and take and never return anything.
The day I died was the day I found him with his leg in one of my silver human traps. A beautiful man, very tall with a strong chest. He had dark red hair and possibly dead I slowly crept to him in my wolf form and licked at his wound even with trace amounts of tainted silver in his blood I attempted to heal the wound with my saliva. I sat there for a while looking at him, how beautiful of a man he was to me. I had never thought I would feel this way about a man that came to take from my woods and yet he was there sleeping under my canopy of protection.
I licked at his face and tried to revive him. He finally came to but I knew by the way his eyes began to turn gray that he was close to death. I had no choice but to bite him and give him the power of the Lycan. I looked at him lovingly so that he could understand what I was about to do was to save him from my human trap that took the blood from his wound. I bit hard into his chest and that is all I remember.
I am Sylverthorne, Lycan of VA.
Sacred Sage Leaf, Skin Musk, Native American Indian White Tea Leaf, Leather Accord and Forest Accord.
