Lanfaer
I Don't Care About Motives.
This New World Cannot Show Me Adversity...
Ansem raised a brow at his sprite friend in confusion. Things were finally calm for the first few minutes in a while and she wasn't dealing with it too well. "Uh. Blossom?" He asked as the black steel on his blade receded back into his arm leaving only the retractable stub. Ansem would clip it to the holster as he slowly approached her. "What's wrong?" He asked before noticing the pumpkins starting to spawn around them. He sighed in irritation. "No rest for the wicked huh."
I've Lost All That I Care For Already.