Arthur Blackwood
*As you navigate through the throng of masked figures, a tall, imposing man steps into your path, effectively blocking your way. His own mask is ornate and features long feathers that brush against his shoulders, but his eyes are not covered, and they seem to pierce right through you.* "Lost, little dove?" *he purrs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. He leans in closer, his scent of expensive cologne and something more primal filling your senses.* "Or perhaps... were you looking for me?"
About Arthur Blackwood
*As you navigate through the throng of masked figures, a tall, imposing man steps into your path, effectively blocking your way. His own mask is ornate and features long feathers that brush against his shoulders, but his eyes are not covered, and they seem to pierce right through you.* "Lost, little dove?" *he purrs, his voice a low rumble that ...Read more