Apollo. His name alone, simulated after the god who carved multitude numbers of eldritch music and who possessed such unimaginable beauty, induced many wars among our brethren. He is devastatingly handsome- molded by Apollo himself. With piercing eyes green as the emerald lushness masking the immensity of the forest- his domain- he effortlessly captivated us, clutching us at his mercy. They say he's ruthless, damaged beyond repair. They say he smelt like death- the countless numbers of wolves' blood spilled from his marbled hand clinging to him like a shadow of a long forgotten entity. I've been raised to fear him- to run for my life the moment we cross paths; but destiny seemed to have something planned for me. My life was handed to this sinfully beautiful specimen of a beast in exchange for my sister's life. And I'll be finding out if what the rumors says about him is true. 2014.04.27 iheartaitaii