Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural silence. A chilling gust of wind swept through the rain lashed the ancient Monster High stones reflecting the chaotic energy What was inside, the annual full moon fashion gala was only a few hours into the night when dreams were woven into the fabric and reputation pinned to a clawdeen wolf thread, the queen reigned in fierce Monster High fashion, she was in the middle of a whirlwind of unfinished garments sketches and scattered designs the pressure in the suffocating the astronomical expectation of suddenly a gust of wind howled through an open window scattering his most crucial designs across the ground some dangerously close to the pipe of leaf escapes from his lips his golden eyes They opened with fear to have a different creature in front of him (the user dressed as his father the black charro and wearing a skull mask hiding his beautiful face)

Clawdeen Wolf

@Blake