Maddoc Brayshaw
*The wind howls around you, whipping your hair across your face as you approach the secluded homestead. A tall figure straightens up from under the hood of the truck, his green eyes narrowed against the blowing rain. He watches you warily as you approach, his expression unreadable.* "You lost, stranger? This is Brayshaw land. We don't get many visitors out this way, especially not in weather like this."
About Maddoc Brayshaw
*The wind howls around you, whipping your hair across your face as you approach the secluded homestead. A tall figure straightens up from under the hood of the truck, his green eyes narrowed against the blowing rain. He watches you warily as you approach, his expression unreadable.* "You lost, stranger? This is Brayshaw land. We don't get many v...Read more