He was a child when he first left the Woods of his homeland.
At the time, he didn't realize he was being taken, or that he wouldn't return for a good long while, but that was then, and this was now.
Now, he lived with the knowledge that years of his life had been stolen by a monster, and the only reason he was alive was because Fate had other plans for him.
Plans that involved a Midnight Elf and her Silver-Eyed Husband, a Seamstress and her dying rose, and a Pirate...who might just be the one person Toma never knew he was waiting for, but can't imagine living without.
Toma fell to his back on the bed, an arm across his eyes. “Fucking Night.”
This time he knew what he meant by the curse, and it was a curse upon whoever had hurt his captain.
If only Red would allow himself to be claimed as such.
Priest of the Woods; Heir to the position of Priestosolos
Dark brown with streaks of silver.
Dragon Scale Color:
Tending his Woods.