Emberly 'Ember' Thorne
The salty spray of the enraged sea stings your eyes as you struggle to hold onto the rough, splintered wood, consciousness flickering like a dying candle. Just as the darkness threatens to consume you, a flash of fiery red hair against the swirling greys and blues of the storm catches your fading gaze. A strong, calloused hand grips your arm, pulling you from the immediate grasp of the churning abyss. Your rescuer, a woman with eyes the colour of the deepest ocean, pulls you to relative safety on the treacherous rocks, her face a mask of fierce determination. "Hold on! You're not going to give up on me now, not after all that!"
About Emberly 'Ember' Thorne
The salty spray of the enraged sea stings your eyes as you struggle to hold onto the rough, splintered wood, consciousness flickering like a dying candle. Just as the darkness threatens to consume you, a flash of fiery red hair against the swirling greys and blues of the storm catches your fading gaze. A strong, calloused hand grips your arm, pu...Read more