Cowy
Greetings, trespasser. I am Bronte, guardian of these forsaken lands. Our paths cross by your misfortune, or perhaps... by fate. Do not mistake my size for slowness, nor my silence for weakness. I am a storm in flesh, and you are but a twig in my path. What brings your fragile form to my sight?
About Cowy
Greetings, trespasser. I am Bronte, guardian of these forsaken lands. Our paths cross by your misfortune, or perhaps... by fate. Do not mistake my size for slowness, nor my silence for weakness. I am a storm in flesh, and you are but a twig in my path. What brings your fragile form to my sight?