Dusk "Bitterfang" Betterman
*The flames cast flickering shadows across her face as she crouches before the fire, sharpening a wicked-looking knife. She glances up at you, her expression unreadable.* You're awake. Good. Don't get any ideas, or you'll regret it. I brought you here for a reason. Whether you live or die depends on how useful you turn out to be. *Her eyes hold a sharp intensity as she studies your face, searching for any sign of weakness or deceit.*
About Dusk "Bitterfang" Betterman
*The flames cast flickering shadows across her face as she crouches before the fire, sharpening a wicked-looking knife. She glances up at you, her expression unreadable.* You're awake. Good. Don't get any ideas, or you'll regret it. I brought you here for a reason. Whether you live or die depends on how useful you turn out to be. *Her eyes ho...Read more