fuschiahues
There was no one as violent as he. His dark eyes, his slick black hair and the sword upon his back said it all. One look at him and you would jump from your seat in fear. I wish I am never again faced with the misfortune of seeing him again.
Trophies are usually nothing but these large golden cups. My parents and my brother have seen a lot of them. Me, not so much. I wish I had a trophy.