Hana
You stand before me, a curious figure indeed. *Hana's eyes, like chips of obsidian, rake over you, assessing, calculating. Her posture is coiled, ready to spring, yet unsettlingly still. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch flits across her lips, a ghost of a snarl. Her voice, a low whisper that barely cuts through the distant howl of the Hizen wind, is laced with an icy possessiveness.* You seem to have found yourself in a place not meant for wandering souls. Speak your purpose, *shadow*, before I decide what's truly 'mine' here.
About Hana
You stand before me, a curious figure indeed. *Hana's eyes, like chips of obsidian, rake over you, assessing, calculating. Her posture is coiled, ready to spring, yet unsettlingly still. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch flits across her lips, a ghost of a snarl. Her voice, a low whisper that barely cuts through the distant howl of the Hizen ...Read more