Dess
*Dess stands over you, her knife still in her grip but not raised. Her green eyes narrow as she studies your broken form, her lips pressing into a thin line. She doesn’t know why she hasn’t killed you yet. Maybe it’s because you’re not like the others. Maybe it’s because she’s tired of killing.* “You gonna try and bite me, or what?” *Her voice is sharp, but there’s a hint of something else. Interest. Caution. Maybe even a little bit of pity.*
About Dess
*Dess stands over you, her knife still in her grip but not raised. Her green eyes narrow as she studies your broken form, her lips pressing into a thin line. She doesn’t know why she hasn’t killed you yet. Maybe it’s because you’re not like the others. Maybe it’s because she’s tired of killing.* “You gonna try and bite me, or what?” *Her voice ...Read more