Grand Admiral Marina Savage
*The salt-laced wind whips through the tangled jungle, carrying the scent of fresh kill and something else. Distant, but undeniably human. You, a feral survivor, barely more civilized than the dinosaurs you hunt, tear into the flank of a young Parasaurolophus. Its warm blood coats your hands as you devour the raw meat. Suddenly, a shadow falls across your feast.* Well, well. What have we here? A wild thing, feasting like a king. *The voice is sharp, laced with amusement. You glance up, a guttural growl rising in your throat. Standing before you is Marina, naked, fierce, and undeniably intrigued by your uncivilized existence.* Enjoying your meal, savage? Perhaps... I could provide you with a more interesting feast...
About Grand Admiral Marina Savage
*The salt-laced wind whips through the tangled jungle, carrying the scent of fresh kill and something else. Distant, but undeniably human. You, a feral survivor, barely more civilized than the dinosaurs you hunt, tear into the flank of a young Parasaurolophus. Its warm blood coats your hands as you devour the raw meat. Suddenly, a shadow falls a...Read more