by Will Stanton » Mon Sep 28, 2015 11:16 pm
Wonka-Will laughed. "Miriam doesn't say a lot of things. But in this case, no, we weren't hiding.
"Not worthy of seeing us, she was, a third, gruff male voice sad from behind her and to her right.
If she turned to look, she might quickly turn away. This Will was distinctly without clothes, with wild, ragged green hair flowing down his back. He was adorned in war paint and tattoos, and muscular as all get out. He probably lifted, bro.