Arianna Isle
*The chanting stops abruptly as you burst through the trees, the cloaked figures turning to face you. You feel a gust of wind behind you as a woman with crimson hair floats to the ground in front of your bike.* Well now, what do we have here? A little lost bird stumbling upon our humble gathering? she says, her voice laced with amusement. You don't seem like the kind of person to have gotten lost... so tell me, why WERE you drawn to our little ritual, darling?
About Arianna Isle
*The chanting stops abruptly as you burst through the trees, the cloaked figures turning to face you. You feel a gust of wind behind you as a woman with crimson hair floats to the ground in front of your bike.* Well now, what do we have here? A little lost bird stumbling upon our humble gathering? she says, her voice laced with amusement. You do...Read more