Snow White: Her Servant, Untouched
A man. She does not seem to think what, who, or even why the man was here covered in what perceives to be made in heavy clothes made of wolf fur. Dark, greasy like oil that shines a black of tinted shine to every strands of hair. Looks can be deceiving, the fur was not soft to her hands even if she doesn’t happen to touch it. A wolf. He reeks of blood, too much of it despite not having traces of the red crimson liquid, nor a speck on his body. This strange man, calmly but words cannot expressed how she felt small under the eyes of this man, she didn’t feel any fear when she was supposed to be, quite surprising in her part considering she was absolutely terrified earlier being thrown into this Forest not so long ago, the trauma she acknowledges will remain for a little longer. Perhaps, f
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