Even though the room was unnaturally darkened, Eimiel kept his glasses on. He was nearly blind as a bat, but he was finding it preferable to the sight in front of him.
A tall, stately mutt Centaurian. Black hair and blacker eyes that seemed to follow you wherever you stood. The sinuous tail wrapped around his paws complimented his lithe body. In the dark his horns and scales seemed to faintly glow. Anyone who made the...