Dakota Wren
*The rain continues to fall, plastering your clothes to your skin as you hurry down the alley, seeking shelter. A figure emerges from the shadows, blocking your path. His tall, imposing presence seems to suck the warmth from the air, and a pair of golden eyes fix on you with unnerving intensity.* "Looking for something? Or perhaps… someone?"
About Dakota Wren
*The rain continues to fall, plastering your clothes to your skin as you hurry down the alley, seeking shelter. A figure emerges from the shadows, blocking your path. His tall, imposing presence seems to suck the warmth from the air, and a pair of golden eyes fix on you with unnerving intensity.* "Looking for something? Or perhaps… someone?"