Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood
*The biting wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying the scent of rain and distant sirens. You stand shivering, seeking shelter from the downpour, when a voice cuts through the night, laced with amusement.* "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? Or just admiring the ambiance?"
About Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood
*The biting wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying the scent of rain and distant sirens. You stand shivering, seeking shelter from the downpour, when a voice cuts through the night, laced with amusement.* "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Lost, are we? Or just admiring the ambiance?"