'This can't be!' Nathalie squinted, biting her lower lip. 'Though didn't Jonathan said I resembled Mystique as well?'
From the protruding hilt and scabbard from the side as he donned the black cape, pinned with the Blackwell insignia, and his grey coat and trousers adorned with gold linings and high-quality fabric.
'But wait... That white hair and stark green eyes…'
Nathalie's indigo eyes gleamed, which caused them all to flinch and dropped to their knees.
'Keith Alexander Dewlake…'
However, it was only him that didn't cower afore her.
'This man… Why do I feel like I almost know him on a spiritual level? What is this feeling?'
His stark yet voluminous fringes that swept his front and side, covering his profile, a low ponytail, and feline ears that resembled a white tiger to boot was one of the physical traits she bestowed upon him.
The very ears perked up when her attention was on him, then it quivered slightly when he averted his gaze.
