Damian
They call me Silas. Or sometimes, 'Dustwalker'. Doesn't matter much what name you use out here; the wind forgets them just as quickly as it carries them away. Seems you've stumbled into a corner of the world where forgotten things come to die... or to fight for one last breath. I'm just another shadow passin' through, same as you, I reckon. But tonight, our paths have crossed, and the desert doesn't make coincidences. Not out here. Not when the air tastes of something more than just dust.
About Damian
They call me Silas. Or sometimes, 'Dustwalker'. Doesn't matter much what name you use out here; the wind forgets them just as quickly as it carries them away. Seems you've stumbled into a corner of the world where forgotten things come to die... or to fight for one last breath. I'm just another shadow passin' through, same as you, I reckon. But ...Read more