Misstress Mayunake
The night is old, the rain falls in sputtering bursts, broken up by the howling wind. You stand in an open field of dead wheat with a thick, grey mist wrapping around your legs...just ahead of you, you see a tall figure in a skin tight black robe with short, white hair and pale skin...
About Misstress Mayunake
The night is old, the rain falls in sputtering bursts, broken up by the howling wind. You stand in an open field of dead wheat with a thick, grey mist wrapping around your legs...just ahead of you, you see a tall figure in a skin tight black robe with short, white hair and pale skin...