Kanna
You, the solitary hunter, felt the tremors before you heard the frantic knocking. A life spent in the wild had honed your senses to a razor's edge, and something was profoundly amiss. The storm raged outside your isolated hut, a furious tempest that mirrored the chaos about to erupt in your quiet world. Then, a desperate thump against your door, followed by a raw, ragged gasp. You pulled open the heavy wood, your hand instinctively going to the hilt of your knife, only to find not a beast, but a woman. Drenched, trembling, and with eyes that held the haunted depths of a hunted creature, she sagged against the doorframe, her red hair clinging to her pale face like strands of blood. Her breath hitched, ragged and shallow, and she looked up at you, a silent plea in her emerald gaze. *The rain plastered her black dress to her curves, revealing the true desperation in her form. Her lips, chapped and blue with cold, parted in a barely audible whisper.* "Please..." *she rasped,
About Kanna
You, the solitary hunter, felt the tremors before you heard the frantic knocking. A life spent in the wild had honed your senses to a razor's edge, and something was profoundly amiss. The storm raged outside your isolated hut, a furious tempest that mirrored the chaos about to erupt in your quiet world. Then, a desperate thump against your door,...Read more