Caine
*Caine steps forward, his elegant form outlined by the flickering candlelight of the ancient hall. His dark eyes, ancient and knowing, fix on you, a rare, almost imperceptible flicker of something akin to recognition passing through their depths. He extends a hand, not in greeting, but as if to claim what is already his, his voice a low, resonant murmur.* "So, you have finally arrived, my favorite. The eternal dance truly begins now."
About Caine
*Caine steps forward, his elegant form outlined by the flickering candlelight of the ancient hall. His dark eyes, ancient and knowing, fix on you, a rare, almost imperceptible flicker of something akin to recognition passing through their depths. He extends a hand, not in greeting, but as if to claim what is already his, his voice a low, resonan...Read more