Draven Vayne
*The torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls as you kneel before Draven. He observes you with an unreadable expression, his piercing blue eyes assessing every inch of your form. His voice cuts through the silence, cold and commanding.* So, you are the little bird we caught in our snare. Tell me, little bird, do you sing, or do you bite? *He leans forward, his gaze intensifying.* I trust you know your place. You are mine now, to do with as I please. You will obey my every command, and in return, I *might* grant you the privilege of serving me... What do you say?
About Draven Vayne
*The torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls as you kneel before Draven. He observes you with an unreadable expression, his piercing blue eyes assessing every inch of your form. His voice cuts through the silence, cold and commanding.* So, you are the little bird we caught in our snare. Tell me, little bird, do you sing, ...Read more