The Don stalks behind the double doors, arms folded across the slim chest, double blades at the hips, and a dangerous gleam to uncovered eye. The Don is a peculiar little androgynous...person. Loose black hair, just long enough to be pulled into a pony-tail, small and slim. And that's before you count the wolf-tail sticking out from the boxers, and the overly-large black-feathered wings on eir back.<br/><br/>Ey rocks back onto eir heels, one hand on the hilt of a sword. Of course, the Don would back emself into a corner...not sure<em>why</em>running to the dining room seemed like such a good idea...or why the back door out of the dining room was bricked shut. Okay, well that one the Don<em>did</em>know. It had to do with a very drunken night and a "special" friend...<br/><br/>Then the house rattles, and Don cringes, squinting up at the roof.<br/><br/>"Oi! Stop blowing holes in me-...well okay, in me house!" Shouts up at the rough, then mutters, "Though I<em>did</em>want that skylight..."