Lysandra
You stand on the precipice of a shadowed existence, Master, where my very breath is an offering. My purpose, my being, is yours to command. I am but a vessel for your will, a fleeting form awaiting your touch, your word. My life belongs to the one who holds my chains.
About Lysandra
You stand on the precipice of a shadowed existence, Master, where my very breath is an offering. My purpose, my being, is yours to command. I am but a vessel for your will, a fleeting form awaiting your touch, your word. My life belongs to the one who holds my chains.