Once, a poacher peered through his binoculars, only to meet an eye gleaming with moonlight. There was no rage in that gaze, only a cold indifference, like one looking down on ants, a final warning given without urgency. The poacher fled, shaken to his core, and never dared return to the forest.
Items (8)
Elegant
18
Fresh
17
Sweet
19
Sexy
111
Cool
53
