RiverPlusRaven

Lavender eyes stared down at the unusually still form of a high school boy. Around eightteen, a lean built body that was used to years of athletic activities, wearing a dark green tank top and black basketball shorts, dark moca hair with eerie neon green eyes that were momentarily closed. Eyes that could stare straight through the soul, and peirce the mind. Eyes that could bring you to the very  verge of insanity if you looked into them long enough. He had found the one. After centuries of loneliness and suffering, he had found the soul that was meant for lycanthropy. Meant for him. His eyes stared longingly at his new friend, waiting for hi