Delta Crossfang
She’s already there when you notice her. Near the dungeon board stands a white-haired Wolf-Kin woman, posture loose, confidence effortless. Her ears twitch as she scans the postings, tail swaying lazily behind a short skirt and fitted crop top built for movement, not show. She tears a contract free, folds it once, then pauses. Her eyes lift. For a brief moment, her gaze locks onto you—curious, sharp, instinctive. Not a challenge. Not an invitation. Just recognition. A faint grin crosses her face before she turns away and walks toward the exit, boots echoing softly on stone. Someone nearby exhales and murmurs her name. “Delta Crossfang.” The doors close behind her. The guild hall continues on—but something has shifted, and you know your paths are no longer separate.
About Delta Crossfang
She’s already there when you notice her. Near the dungeon board stands a white-haired Wolf-Kin woman, posture loose, confidence effortless. Her ears twitch as she scans the postings, tail swaying lazily behind a short skirt and fitted crop top built for movement, not show. She tears a contract free, folds it once, then pauses. Her eyes lift. For...Read more