literature

SoD part2, chapt.24a

Deviation Actions

Silverspegel's avatar
By
Published:
973 Views

Literature Text

SoD front 3 ps bg by Silverspegel
 

Unexpected gifts

“Don’t you come here and say, I didn’t warn you, about the way your world can alter. /…/And the lions roar, the lions roar./.../ and I never really knew, what to do.” (The lion’s roar by First Aid Kit)

---

The night in the wrecked fauns’ home had been eventless and the group woke to a new day being surprisingly well rested. Hermione’s traps had not gone off even once during the night and as they took a look outside, the world laid still and snowy before them.

“Looks like they’ve lost us for the moment,” Riku said and stretched himself to his full length, yawning as he felt the last remnants of sleepyness leave him.

“Oh, you didn’t just say that!” Donatello said with a muttering as he tightened his bandana. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about prolonged battles and being followed by the enemy, it is that at the very moment you relax and think you’re safe, the enemies will most definetely be a whole lot closer than you think. It’s a jinx if anything ever is to say it out loud like that.”

Hermione lifted an eyebrow at the turtle’s anxious expression and snorted.

“Nothing’s a jinx unless you yourself believe it to be so or someone actually casts it upon you. It’s nothing but plain humbug to believe things like that you know.”

Donatello shrugged. “Well, I’m just saying you can never be too careful.”

“I am with the shadow warrior on this,” Mickel said, presenting a wide and toothy yawn as he stretched for a moment. “When it comes to the White Witch, one must always expect the unexpected. Always be on guard.” The fox suddenly sniffed in the air and got tense. “I do believe we’re getting company.”

The trio fell silent, listening intently in the silence of the forest surrounding them. And sure enough, they could hear the sound of jinglebells come closer in a frightening speed.

“Sounds like a sleigh,” Hermione whispered, trying hard to grasp what she thought she was hearing.

“The only one with a sleigh in Narnina these days is the White Witch!” Mickel gasped, his fur instantly standing on end. “We have to hide or we’re done for!”

They quickly returned into the relative safety of the fauns’ house, closing the door behind them the very moment they could hear the bells’ jingle slow and come to a halt not far from where they had been standing only moments earlier.

“I think our position’s been revealed,” Donatello whispered, gritting his teeth and taking out his bo staff to get ready for battle. Hermione brought out her wand from the pocket in her robes and Riku kept the link to his keyblade active, not calling the weapon forth in fear of giving them all away by the flash of light with which it always emerged.

 “I will go first,” Mickel whispered. “I might be able to fool her as I’ve done so before. If not, then you have to do your best to flee her and get to Aslan. The trees will show the way once you leave this part of the forest.”

“Wait, what?” Hermione asked, but the fox silently slipped out of the door without giving her an answer to the unpronounced question. “Did he really say the trees?” she mimed to Riku and he nodded, feeling just as confused as she seemed to be.

Suddenly they heard Mickel rush back towards them and they all got ready to fight, but as he turned up in the doorway, they realized he didn’t seem the least afraid or harmed. In fact, he was smiling. As much as a fox is able to smile, anyway.

“Put away your weapons, friends! Joy is to be expected now! We have a most wanted guest waiting for us! Come!”

Curious and a little confused, the trio did as they were told and went outside. As they turned to look at where Mickel went, they all gaped in wonder. Before them stood a large, old fashioned sleigh, pulled by eight reindeer with shimmering fur and glittering antlers. And next to the sleigh stood a tall, merry looking man with a long silky white beard curling over the well used brown fur coat he was wearing.

Riku didn’t know what to say. He knew in some strange way, deep within himself that the man he was looking at was the very personification of the giving and caring spirit that had grown to be a part of the Christmas celebration through-out time. Even though he looked nothing like the picture he’d always had of the man, there was no doubt that the person in front of them was indeed the one called Santa Claus.

“No way,” Hermione whispered and Donatello blinked in a silent agreement to her surprised exclamation.

“Do you know what this means?” Mickel said, his tail wagging happily back and forth. “Christmas arriving means that time as started to move again! The White Witch’s spell is breaking! Spring will come and the never ending winter will finally come to an end! By Aslan these are great news!”

The white bearded man chuckled warmly at the fox’s eagerness, a clucking and heartwarming sound that helped them all relax a little. “Well, don’t just stand there my dear youngsters,” he said, eyes twinkling. “I have other deliveries to make as well you know. And I’ve been horribly delayed by this chilling spell too.”

“Other… deliveries…?” Riku asked, still a bit dazed by the whole experience.

“Presents, of course!” the man laughed, heaving himself over the side of the sleigh and pulled out a large leather bag of sorts, which he put down on the snowy ground before him. He opened the bag and bent down to reach deep into it, rummaging about in it for a while before pulling out a long, perfectly smooth obsidian staff of some strange metal, decorated with golden details indicating that it could shrink and grow in legnth. It gleamed in the sunlight, shifting in a shade of deep purple.

“Donatello, I belive this one is for you. And may you use it well, defending your dear ones and fighting off the darkness.” He threw the staff in Donatello’s direction and as the turtle reacted and stretched his arm up to catch it, the staff seemed to be drawn to his hand as if it was magnetic. He stared at it in awe for a moment, then looked up at the bearded man with honest gratefulness in his eyes.

“I will use it to the best of my ability, I swear it,” he said and received a pleased smile from the man.

“And this one,” the giftbringer continued as he pulled out yet another object from the bag, “is most certainly for you, Hermione Granger. Use it well and know that what you seek will be found again, as long as you do not give up hope.”

He walked up to her and handed her a bundle of soft fabric, shimmering as it was moved about in her hands. She unfolded it with an intense expression of emotion in her face and as she held it up before her, they could all see it was a large cloak of some sort, with a pattern of moons, suns and stars on the silky fabric.

“But… this is… how did you…?” she stuttered incoherently for a moment as she stared at the cloak, not quite believing what it was she was seeing. “This is Harry’s cloak…” she finally managed to say, tears choking in her throat and running down her cheeks. “His invisibility cloak.”

The man nodded. “It’s a special gift indeed and it was hard to track down, with things being as they are. But I reckon you will know what to do with it and that when the time comes, it will be put to use in the best of ways.”

Hermione could do nothing but nod, her tears running freely now and she slowly pressed the cloak to her chest. “Thank you,” she whispered into the fabric.

“And last, but not least,” the bearded man said and bent down to dig through the bag once more, “to you Riku, wielder of the keyblade, master of light and darkness alike, there is not much I can give to help on your quest, but I hope that this will serve you well along with the ensurement that your friends are out there still, searching for you just as intently as you are searching for them.”

A shiver went through Riku’s body at those words and he stared at the man with a million questions in his mind, but only one word slipped through to his lips.

“Sora?”

The man hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly, his eyes sad.

“Yes, he is looking as well. But I’m afraid he is loosing his way. Darkness is hard to bear for someone who can not keep it in check. I pray you find him soon and lead him back to the light.”

Riku felt it as if he’d gotten a bucket of icy water thrown into his face. Sora? Losing his light? That couldn’t be right. Sora was the light. But parts of his memory came to the surface, showing him what he had wanted to forget. Sora had been weakened in his heart’s light even before this battle had begun. And so now the darkness was eating away at him.

“Do not fear, Riku,” the man suddenly said, interrupting him in his depressive thought pattern. “As long as he has your light to guide him, he will be fine. Never stop hoping or believing. Here,” he stretched out his hand to him and Riku took it, feeling warmth spread with a rapid speed from his hand throughout his body. And as the man pulled away his hand, a flash of light appeared and as it faded, Riku held a new keyblade in his hands.

“It is short, but powerful and don’t be fooled by its light weight; it deals heavy blows and the more light you put into it, the stronger the hit will be and the longer your range will be as well. It will never harm the innocent, but cleanse the darkness from their hearts and wipe out the shadows crossing your path.”

Riku inspected the keyblade with awe. It was beautiful in a way he couldn’t quite put words to. The grip was wrapped in fine tanned leather straps, soft and smooth to the touch and allowing a firm hold that wouldn’t hurt nor slip. At the junction of grip and blade there was a golden v-shaped decoration curling downwards at the ends. On top of it was a detailed chiseled golden lion’s head with ruby eyes. From behind the upper part of the lion curls of gold flowed outwards for a bit. Behind the gold details a crimson set of handles stretched out in a downwards bow reaching down half the length of the grip. The crimson metal was also reaching up behind and above the lion’s head, tipped with a gold brim connecting the grip with the blade. The blade itself gleamed in silver light and apart from it consisting in two thin parallel blades, it shaped itself like a sword at the top. The key head consisted of a stylized three-pegged crown, looking for some reason very much like that on Sora’s favorite necklace, turned upside-down, facing a likewise lopsided crimson heart-shape. Down at the grip’s bottom a crimson metal orb held a thick similiarly colored thread of silk in which a golden lion’s head ideantical to the one at the junction of grip and blade dangled as a keychain.    

 “What do you call it?” he asked slowly, knowing the answer as soon as he’d asked the question.

“Magic Kingdom,” Santa replied, the glitter back in his eyes.   

---

“The air is getting warmer,” Hermione noticed and looked around them in wonder. The snow covered landscape was slowly shifting into one of spring bloom and soon enough she finished the heat-spell she had used up until now to keep them from freezing in the winter that they had now left behind.

“It’s Aslan,” Mickel said. “Wherever he goes, the world will come alive and the hearts will be filled with light. For that is his power and his right. He is everything and yet nothing but himself.”

Hermione lifted an eyebrow in confusion, trying to figure out what the fox meant.

“So are we getting close to him then?” Riku asked.

“Yes indeed,” Mickel replied and took a leap to land upon a small rock at the side of their path. “The wind is telling me so. Can’t you smell the summer just behind the corner?”

Riku looked at his companions and Hermione and Donatello both shrugged. What ever Mickel was smelling in the wind, none of the others sensed it. Suddenly Riku tensed, as his eyes fell upon a shape moving in behind his friends. It was a myriad of… flower petals? Unsure of what to do, he stared at the mass of pale pink petals as they moved about and re-ordered themselves to shape into what looked very much like a young woman.

Hermione and Donatello both had turned to look as well and all three of them now stared in awe at the strange thing.

“So, the dryads have awoken,” Mickel said with a snort. “Don’t stare too long at them or you’ll find yourselves lost in the woods for sure.”

“What… you mean they’re enemies, then?” Hermione asked, being the first to tear her eyes away from the dancing petals.

“Oh, by Aslan, no. But they have a mind of their own and they find it to be a very neat prank to make people lose their way,” Mickel grunted.

They all continued along the path they’d been walking on, followed by the clouds of flower petals for some stretch of the way, before the dryad made a whistling sound in the wind which sounded a bit like a high pitched giggle and rushed ahead through a clearing and onwards. As the others came to said clearing they saw a large camp of big tents in the old fashioned style of medieval warfare. The main colors on tent canvases and flags being red and gold, Hermione felt a jolt up her spine of recognition. Had it not been for the setting, the colorings and the lion insignias would have been enough to let her believe she was back at Hogwarts, looking at a gathering of Gryffindor supporters going to a Quidditch match. She shook her head hard and blinked away the tears threatening to break through in her eyes as her heart filled up with emotion.

As they got closer, they could also make out several creatures of varying appearances populating the camp in question. Hermione did her best not to stare at the centaurs that were looking both larger and fiercer than the ones she knew about from Hogwarts, while Donatello had trouble tearing his eyes away from a couple of fauns who appeared to be talking to a very large cheetah in armour. Riku, being rather accommodated with seing all kinds of strange creatures, weren’t all that troubled by the sight as his friends, but as they entered the camp and the heads of all present turned to look at them, he got rather surprised by the mix of eyes and expressions facing him. There were mythical and magical creatures as well as ordinary animals in the crowd. That is, if you could call animals twice the usual size “ordinary”.

“Sir Fox,” said a particularly large and intimidating bear, stepping out in front of the group, “what is this that you’re bringing us? And where have you been hiding?”

Mickel didn’t seem to be the least afraid of the beast though and simply smiled wide, swishing his thick tail as he looked up at the bear.

“Bruto Bear my lord, I’ve been on a mission given to me by Aslan him self. My companions are to be brought to him and the children of Adam and Eve as soon as possible, so that they may speak with them.”    

The bear blinked, looked at Donatello, Hermione and Riku in turn, then back at the fox.

“Well then, I shall ease your passage through the camp, my friend,” the bear rumbled and turned to walk ahead of them.

True enough, a lot of the camp inhabitants moved quickly out of the way of the bear as he came walking and when he growled slightly the few who dared look suspiciously at his followers quickly found something else to do. The bear lead them up to a large tent at the center of the camp. This tent had more gold than red on it and the fabric was heavily decorated with lion heads and suns.

Mickel went ahead of them and slunk inside the tent while Bruto stayed with Riku and the others outside. Soon Mickel appeared again, a wide smile in his face and with a new shine to his fur. Behind him followed a tall young boy with blond hair, dressed in a silver shining armour and carrying an exquisite sword in a hilt fastened to his hip with a decorated leather belt. Behind him followed a shorter boy with dark brown or black hair, eaqually dressed in armour. This one was followed by a tall blonde girl, carrying a bow and a quiver full of arrows and next to her walked a much shorter, dark haired girl seemingly only to be equipped with a dagger. But what really caught the group of friends’ eyes, was what came out behind the fourth human.

A lion as big as a horse, his fur golden in the sunlight, with a thick mane of golden brown silken hair that seemed to flow in repetitive waves caused by an invisible wind. Each delicately lifted paw was as big as a human head, and despite his massive size and the fearsome muscles working underneath his skin, he made no sound nor caused any tremor in the ground as he moved. Riku found himself staring into the lion’s large yellow eyes without being able to stop. He felt as if his soul was inspected and searched through by a being even larger and more impressive than the lion before him, a creature in whos presence he felt an awesome fear and great comfort simultaneously. After a second that seemed like an eternity, the lion broke the eyelock and Riku blinked.

“If ever there was a god in the world, that lion has to be one,” Riku thought to himself, a shudder going through him as he tried to shake off the feeling of numbness that had somehow spread in his body during his eye contact with the golden creature.

“My lords, my ladies and Aslan,” Mickel said and made a bow to each one of the young humans who had come out of the tent, then to the lion and lastly to Donatello, Hermione and Riku. “ I have brought to you whom you asked for. Donatello, the shadow warrior, Hermione Granger, the good witch and Riku, the keywielder.”

Riku felt an urge to bow, and as he saw Donatello and Hermione do the same, he too followed this urge. As he raised his head once more, the great lion surprised him by lowering his head to them in turn.

“It is a great honour to have you all gathered here among us,” Aslan said with a deep, booming voice. “Although you must by now wonder at why you are here, am I right?”

Riku nodded. “We understood from Mickel here that you needed our help with somewhat, and since you knew all about where to find us and when, even knew our names, I’m guessing you know what we came here to do,” he said with a steady voice, his eyes set on the eyes of the great lion.

“Yes,” came the simple answer. “You are the only ones within Narnia at this moment who can truly fight back the shadows moving behind the White Witch’s lines. Your abileties are of need if we are ever to defeat this enemy and win this war. This is why I called you here.”

For some reason Riku got the feeling that Aslan didn’t just mean he’d sent the fox to fetch them, but that he’d actually somehow affected the Stargate to make them come to this place instead of the place they originaly had been set for. Strange as it sounded to him, the thought grew on him until he decided not to argue with it. Looking into the lion’s eyes he was convinced that this being in a lion’s form was capable of just about anything.

They all went inside the tent on Aslan’s suggestion. Inside there was a large table placed in the centre, on which a large map was rolled out. Riku and the others soon learned that the tall blond boy was Peter, the dark haired one Edmund, the blonde tall girl Susan and the young dark haired girl was Lucy. All four were siblings and despite the fact that they all came from a world far from this, they were destined kings and queens of Narnia, being so by Aslan’s choise. Peter, who Riku figured to be about two or three years younger than himself, sure acted his part out already. He had an air about him that spoke of a great leader and he was good at battle strategy, which he proved while they went through the plans for the upcoming battle against the White Witch and her allies. His siblings hung to every word he said and even young Lucy, who didn’t look to be much older than ten years, had a serious expression in her face and even came up with a few ideas that solved some troublesome holes in her brother’s plan.

Riku and his friends learned that their role in this battle would be to keep the heartless at bay and protect the royal siblings from said creatures so that they could do what they were supposed to do.

“You do realize that if the heartless are in as great a number as you fear, my keyblade will be a very small weapon against a very large mass of enemies?” Riku pointed out as he and Peter had a moment to them selves after the first briefing.

Peter looked at him with a curious expression in his eyes. It was as if he still wasn’t sure whether Riku was as capable as Aslan had said or not. It was a bit frustrating to get that look from someone even younger than Sora.

“I don’t know where you’re from, Riku,” Peter finally said, “but this is Narnia. I’ve learned that here there are no such things as limits to what you can do, as long as you believe strong enough that you can do it. Look at me.” He put a hand to his chest as if to point at himself. “When I came here, I was nothing but a school boy, holding on to facts and believing that as long as I did as my elders told me, things would work out fine. I believed that my brother and sisters would listen to my words simply because I was their elder. But now I know that I’m capable of so much more if I think for myself and I know to be prepared for things defying facts I’ve been told by others. I also know that in order to make others listen to you and respect your opinion, you first have to do the same towards them. Being a true leader, means to listen to the people around you, take their advice and speak for them as much as you speak to them. I don’t order people around anymore. I listen to them and do what I see to be the best by using my own head and their advice. That’s why they listen to me now and why they feel comfortable following my suggestions.”

Riku looked at him in surprise as he spoke. The words coming out sounded more like the words of an old and very wise king, rather than being the words of this young guy he saw before him. In front of his eyes, Peter’s appearance somehow changed and he could now see the future king in him.

“So you see,” Peter continued, “if you fear the numbers of your opponent’s allies to be too great for you to handle, your fear will make it so that you believe it enough to make it true. But if you walk into the battle believing you can make a difference, the number of the enemies won’t matter, because your sheer belief in your own ability will enable you to take down a way larger amount of them than you believe is possible right now. And if you have something true to fight for, let it be the guide to get you through and you will be invincible.”

Riku blinked. Peter had just reminded him of something he hadn’t thought about for a very long time. When he had been trapped in the darkness he had been completely lost to the world, until he had found light to guide him. He had fought against a large amount of enemies and prevailed simply because he had seen no other possible outcome than him winning, no matter the power of the enemy before him. He had been intent on saving his friends, on helping Sora in his battle and on finding a way back into the light. And once, in the Land of Dragons, he had arrived too late to aid his friend in what he had feared to be an impossible battle, but Sora had managed on his own to take down a myriad of high level heartless. And in the battle at Radiant Garden, Sora had once again proved able to go up against an impossible amount of heartless. Sora had told Riku later on that even when he had been worn out to the very brink of his ability, he had kept on fighting with the one sole purpose of finding and saving him and making sure that Kairi would be safe as well. He hadn’t cared about what happened to himself, but he had forced himself onward because he cared about what happened to his friends.

“What are you thinking about?”

Riku flinched, looking up to find Lucy standing in front of him and Peter.

“I was thinking about a friend of mine and that your brother reminds me of him in a way,” Riku replied, giving her a smile.

“Is he the friend Aslan told me you were looking for when you came here?” she asked slowly.

Riku made big eyes at this, but nodded all the same. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“Don’t worry,” Lucy said with a soft smile, “I’ll make sure you make it through to keep looking for him. If you’re hurt, just call for me, you hear?”

Riku smiled, moved by her sincerity. “Thanks, but how am I to know you’ll hear me calling?”

“Take this,” she said, producing a small silver pendant hanging from a silver chain necklace. On the pendant was the insignia of a lion’s head. “Aslan said to give it to you. If you hold it in your hand and whisper my name, I will hear you and I’ll hold on to this and do the same.” She pulled out a duplicate of the necklace from inside her dress. “Wear it around the neck, and you’ll only need to whisper. The pendant will bring me to you as soon as I answer your call.”

“And you’re sure you can help me then?” Riku asked, a bit doubtful, as he put the chain around his neck.

“Lucy has a gift given to her from Father Christmas,” Peter said. “Her gift enables her to heal any wound. If Aslan has seen it fit to give you this priveliege, then you should take it.”

Riku didn’t know what to say but to once again thank the siblings for their faith in him and as he returned to Donatello and Hermione, he found out that they too had been given help by Aslan. Donatello had been given armor fit for his style of fighting and his appearance. Golden metal had been fitted over his arms and legs to protect them and he held a helmet in his hands, matching the rest of the outfit. He was told the armor had some sort of spell over it making it as hard as his own shell. Hermione had been fitted into new clothes. She looked like a completely different person with her hair held back by intricate patterns of beaded plaits and a huntress’ dress of deep purple and gold. The skirt and sleeves were short to enable her to move freely and along her arms and legs she wore armor similar to that of Donatello, with the addition of an armor corset protecting her body. At her hip hung a wide, richly decorated leather belt with a holster where she kept her wand and over her shoulders she wore the cloak that had belonged to her friend. The last object gave her quite an eerie look, as whenever she turned so that the cloak’s back came “in sight”, she seemed to have been partly erased from existence. 

They all went over the details once more of the strategy worked out for all of them. Riku would station himself a bit in front of and in-between Peter and Edmund, fending off heartless and keeping Peter’s way of attack clear. Hermione would go with Susan and Lucy, using her magic to keep the both of them safe while Susan’s arrows struck more solid targets than the heartless. Donatello would alter between the two groups and protect their rear.

The sound of a horn being blown far away interrupted them and as they went over to Aslan’s tent to find out what was happening, the great lion confirmed what they had suspected. Over at the other side of the camp, behind a steep hill, lay a great plain that was going to be the battle ground. And now the White Witch’s army had been spotted at the opposite side of the field. The war was upon them and there would be no turning back now.

“Riku,” Aslan said, his voice vibrating with power as he spoke. Riku turned to the lion, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes?”

“Your comrades have been equipped with suitable armor, yet you have not requested any protection beyond that of Lucy’s aid if needed. Do you not care to protect the heart that beats inside yourself?”

Taken aback by the lion’s words, Riku struggled to find words to explain, but couldn’t find any. He hadn’t really thought about it, but now that it was pointed out to him, he realized that he had indeed overlooked his own security and had only been glad to notice that his friends’ safety had been seen to.  

Aslan nodded, then raised his gigantic head, opened his mouth and breathed on Riku. His breath was comfortably warm, like the sun on a perfect summerday at the beach back home. He had closed his eyes without knowing it and as he opened them, he half expected to see the ocean before him, but as he met with the golden eyes of Aslan, he noticed a change to himself. He moved one of his arms, realizing it was slightly heavier than before. As he looked down on himself, he saw that his entire body was covered by an armor seemingly tailored for him alone. Istead of the gold shimmer that had been on Donatello’s and Hermione’s suits, his had a yellow gleam to it, with details of silver and black. It was a magical armor; he could sense it right away. It stuck to him like a second skin, a black fabric of sorts linking the metal pieces together and as he called forth the keyblade, he felt a surge of power go through every inch of the armor and his body.

“Wow,” was all he could say, inspecting the armor.

“This is a gift that will stay with you, even after you’ve left this land,” Aslan said with a quick smile on his feline lips. “It will materialize at your command and it will protect you against the heartless, as well as increase your strength for a period of time. It is however not invincible and you will still have to rely a lot on your basic skills and strength, but it is all I can do for you for now.”

Riku bowed to the lion and thanked him for the gift, feeling in his heart that he indeed had gained a great power along with the armor.

A bit delayed, but here's the next chapter in this long, long fanfic. ;) I wrote so much in this, I had to divide it into two separate chapters, hence the titling being "chapter 24a". Chapter 24b will get up as soon as I've done a second proof-reading of it.

Anyways, Riku gets some cool stuff! And yes, his armor is the same kind of thing worn by Terra, Aqua and Ventus. There will be armors for Kairi and Sora too, but it'll take a while. New keyblade! Yeay! This one will be getting an illustration soon, and I'll link it to this chapter, just like I've been doing with the former keyblades. :)

Now, onwards!

EDIT: For those of you who've read this once already, I've got to tell you that I have changed the design for Riku's armor. Why? It looked better in the colours I changed into. ;p

I don't own anything but the story composition.
Riku and other KH stuff: Disney + Square Enix
Hermione and other HP stuff: JK Rowling + WB
Donatello and other TMNT stuff: the creator of TMNT...
Narnia and all things belonging to it: C.S. Lewis + Disney

Mickel and Bruto are my own characters though. ;)

Prologue: silverspegel.deviantart.com/ar…
Previous:silverspegel.deviantart.com/#/…
Next: silverspegel.deviantart.com/ar…

Magic Kingdom Keyblade: silverspegel.deviantart.com/ar…
© 2013 - 2024 Silverspegel
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In