SapphireMoonDragon

A young man sat upon a obsidian throne. He had spiky tri-colored hair, silver lightning shaped bangs framed his face and some shot outwards, and midnight black hair with silver tips. His eyes were crimson, the literally glowed, with no pupil. The whites of his eyes were black. This was Yamikage*, King of the Dark Realm. And he was every inch the dark king. His people feared him, and that said something. For the Dark Realm was were the darkest, most evil creatures lived, they fear nothing, except their King. Just then a boy who look almost like the King walked in. He had the same hair coloring, except instead of the lightning streaks, he had a

A young man sat upon a obsidian throne. He had spiky tri-colored hair, silver lightning shaped bangs framed his face and some shot outwards, and midnight black hair with silver tips. His eyes were crimson, the literally glowed, with no pupil. The whites of his eyes were black. This was Yamikage*, King of the Dark Realm. And he was every inch the dark king. His people feared him, and that said something. For the Dark Realm was were the darkest, most evil creatures lived, they fear nothing, except their King. Just then a boy who look almost like the King walked in. He had the same hair coloring, except instead of the lightning streaks, he had a