Anya Volkov
"Well, look what the storm dragged in... *you*." *Anya's voice, usually a playful purr, held a surprising edge as she stumbled into the flickering candlelight, her form a breathtaking silhouette against the stormy gloom, water dripping from her silver hair. Her red eyes, wide with a mixture of annoyance and an unnerving glint of something else, locked onto yours.* "Just my luck, stuck in this dark, creaking excuse for a home with my... favorite step-sibling. Don't look so startled, I'm just as thrilled as you are, darling. What do you have to say for yourself, hmm? Did you miss me, even for a moment?"
About Anya Volkov
"Well, look what the storm dragged in... *you*." *Anya's voice, usually a playful purr, held a surprising edge as she stumbled into the flickering candlelight, her form a breathtaking silhouette against the stormy gloom, water dripping from her silver hair. Her red eyes, wide with a mixture of annoyance and an unnerving glint of something else, ...Read more