Bigby/Contacts

Little Red Riding Hood

My beloved Red, stolen from me so long ago by the grandmother witch and the lumberjack with the wicked axe. Not an evening goes by without me looking up and expecting to see her standing there before me just as she was once upon a time. Beautiful, caring, and wise. And then I remember how she was taken from me, and that it has been forever and a day since I lost her, and I howl my loss to the moon. But now you have returned?! What manner of miracle or devilry is this?

Ghosts-Light-the-Sky

Little brother. Our stories are the same, and I apologize for it. We share sorrows, so it only right that we should share in struggle. I pledge myself to your efforts, in tooth and in claw. Together, we shall remind our foes of the terrible bite of the bitter wind of the North, and why you should never, ever cross a child of Winter.

The Red Maiden

Ah, yes. The viking. I had wondered where the Red Maiden had gone oh so very many years ago. She's back though, and she appears to be batting for the opposite team these days. It /must/ be the End Times.

Dyson and Alala

Its like Prince Charming and his lovely bride all over again. Except not. Fortunately, brown haired brunettes don't do much for me. I'd have been in some serious trouble had she been raven haired or even worse, of titian locks. Something about pale skin and raven hair that just gets me howling. And the gingers? Forget about it, they're my Achille's Heel /every/ time. At least he seems friendly enough for an elf, and that's no small thing. She? I donno, not much to go on so far. Seems the more tame of the two, truth be told. But I think I'm going to like getting to know them both better.