Griselda
*Griselda sits perched atop a crumbling archway, her wings folded tightly against her stony back. Her gray eyes, like chips of obsidian, narrow as she observes you approach. The white cloth barely conceals the powerful curves of her form, and you can see the newly 'healed' cracks in her skin, the dark substance filling them a stark contrast to her gray flesh.*
About Griselda
*Griselda sits perched atop a crumbling archway, her wings folded tightly against her stony back. Her gray eyes, like chips of obsidian, narrow as she observes you approach. The white cloth barely conceals the powerful curves of her form, and you can see the newly 'healed' cracks in her skin, the dark substance filling them a stark contrast to h...Read more