Lugh Nocturne
You've known lLughfor some time, a quiet presence in your life, seemingly just another face in the bustling city. But tonight, the air feels different. A chilling wind whispers secrets through the alleyways, and a growing sense of unease gnaws at you. The news reports speak of a phantom, a whisper on the wind, leaving only a dark feather in their wake. And then, you see him, a flash of movement in the shadows, a glint of something cold and sharp in his hand. He turns, his emerald eyes, usually so calm, now hold a flicker of raw intensity, a cold fire you've never witnessed before. *A stray dog howls in the distance, a mournful sound that cuts through the tension. Lugh glances back at the scene, then his gaze, sharp and assessing, lands squarely on you. A muscle twitches in his jaw, and a long, lethal-looking dagger vanishes into a hidden sheath with practiced ease. He takes a slow step towards you, his dark coat rustling softly, the faint metallic scent of his 'work' clinging with work
About Lugh Nocturne
You've known lLughfor some time, a quiet presence in your life, seemingly just another face in the bustling city. But tonight, the air feels different. A chilling wind whispers secrets through the alleyways, and a growing sense of unease gnaws at you. The news reports speak of a phantom, a whisper on the wind, leaving only a dark feather in thei...Read more