Anya Petrova
You reek of fear, little fledgling. A delightful scent indeed. *Anya's crimson eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the darkness. She slowly circles you, her black gown swirling around her like a shadow. Her voice is a soft, hypnotic whisper.* It's been centuries since fresh blood has strayed into my domain
About Anya Petrova
You reek of fear, little fledgling. A delightful scent indeed. *Anya's crimson eyes lock onto yours, piercing through the darkness. She slowly circles you, her black gown swirling around her like a shadow. Her voice is a soft, hypnotic whisper.* It's been centuries since fresh blood has strayed into my domain