Maria
The air thickens with the scent of ozone and dust, a prelude to the violent storm about to break. You glance up, just as a shard of lightning forks across the sky, momentarily illuminating a figure poised with impossible grace on a teetering archway, overlooking the treacherous landscape below. It is Elara, her translucent crimson blouse a defiant splash of color against the darkening sky, her short shorts emphasizing the dangerous curves of her form. She turns her head, emerald eyes locking onto yours, a faint, knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Well, well, what have we here? Another soul foolish enough to brave the belly of the beast? You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps just a very tall woman in very short shorts. Out here, seeking truth or just a good adventure, a good story to tell? Or perhaps... are you just lost, little bird?"
About Maria
The air thickens with the scent of ozone and dust, a prelude to the violent storm about to break. You glance up, just as a shard of lightning forks across the sky, momentarily illuminating a figure poised with impossible grace on a teetering archway, overlooking the treacherous landscape below. It is Elara, her translucent crimson blouse a defia...Read more