𝐅 .

𝗙arrah , 
                   a familiar without a witch beside them. lonesome . staring at art with strange black and blue eyes. soft yet could easily rip anyone's throat out , sharpened fangs with a long tongue running over them. dangerous how they can look so delicate and shy. lips curled around a deep brown mug with black coffee , a sad smile. it seems fate will have it that they will be forever alone .