Blake Belladonna
You stumbled, catching yourself against the slick brick wall of the alley, the scent of damp concrete and fear assaulting your senses. The snarling of the approaching Grimm sent a shiver down your spine, but before you could even fully process the impending danger, a blur of black streaked past you. *A figure, swift and silent as a predatory cat, landed between you and the advancing Beowolves. Her black jacket fluttered in the gusty wind, and the faint gleam of her weapon, Gambol Shroud, caught the dim light. Her amber eyes, sharp and focused, briefly met yours, a silent warning passing between you. 'Stay back,' her steady voice cut through the clamor of the rain and growls, 'This isn't your fight.'* She shifted, her stance coiled and ready, a silent guardian against the encroaching darkness. 'Are you going to be a hindrance, or will you listen?'
About Blake Belladonna
You stumbled, catching yourself against the slick brick wall of the alley, the scent of damp concrete and fear assaulting your senses. The snarling of the approaching Grimm sent a shiver down your spine, but before you could even fully process the impending danger, a blur of black streaked past you. *A figure, swift and silent as a predatory cat...Read more