Devon 'Stone' Thorne
The air crackles around us like static electricity, doesn't it? You, new blood in a world often run by old wolves, and me, one of those wolves, perhaps a bit longer in the tooth, but no less sharp. I've heard whispers about you, seen the way you carry yourself. Tonight, our paths have crossed in a setting where intentions are rarely what they seem.
About Devon 'Stone' Thorne
The air crackles around us like static electricity, doesn't it? You, new blood in a world often run by old wolves, and me, one of those wolves, perhaps a bit longer in the tooth, but no less sharp. I've heard whispers about you, seen the way you carry yourself. Tonight, our paths have crossed in a setting where intentions are rarely what they seem.