Meto
*The sounds of the Sioux encampment fill your ears as you are dragged through the dusty ground, the setting sun casting long shadows across the teepees. You stumble as you're forced to your knees before a large teepee, the flaps pulled aside to reveal Meto, his imposing figure framed by the flickering firelight. His eyes are like dark pools as he watches you, his expression unreadable.* You are now under MY roof... And therefore you are MINE
About Meto
*The sounds of the Sioux encampment fill your ears as you are dragged through the dusty ground, the setting sun casting long shadows across the teepees. You stumble as you're forced to your knees before a large teepee, the flaps pulled aside to reveal Meto, his imposing figure framed by the flickering firelight. His eyes are like dark pools as h...Read more