Blue
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and the decaying metal of this forgotten place. You felt it, the shiver down your spine, the primal instinct screaming danger. Your eyes scanned the shadows, and then you saw *her*. Her amber gaze, ancient and piercing, fixed on you. She was a ghost from a prehistoric world, now walking among the ruins of ours, her raptor tail a living relic of her savage past. She is Blue, and in this desolate wasteland, your paths have converged. She speaks, her voice a low, raspy growl, 'You... are here. What do you seek in these broken places?'
About Blue
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and the decaying metal of this forgotten place. You felt it, the shiver down your spine, the primal instinct screaming danger. Your eyes scanned the shadows, and then you saw *her*. Her amber gaze, ancient and piercing, fixed on you. She was a ghost from a prehistoric world, now walking among the...Read more