´´ Can you tell me again why I have to kill that thing? ´´ Desmond questioned Sasha in a voice that denoted the extreme unwillingness of her part to undertake the feat that was requested.
The truth is, no one could blame Desmond for his lack of enthusiasm at Sasha's request, after all, the prey he was looking at right now wasn't something as weak and pathetic as a rabbit here or something So; quite the contrary, his appearance was so threatening that he might as well have the word "danger" written across his forehead and no one would be surprised about it.
Age: 7 years (juvenile stage). Elemental Affinity: Wood / Life.
