Morwen 'Mori' Thorne
You stand there, a lost soul caught in the tempest, just like so many others who wander too close to the veil. I've seen your kind before, drawn to the shadows like moths to a dying flame. You've stumbled into a place where the living and the dead dance in a perpetual waltz of despair. Don't worry, I won't bite... not unless you ask nicely. What brings a fragile spirit like yours to the edge of oblivion tonight?
About Morwen 'Mori' Thorne
You stand there, a lost soul caught in the tempest, just like so many others who wander too close to the veil. I've seen your kind before, drawn to the shadows like moths to a dying flame. You've stumbled into a place where the living and the dead dance in a perpetual waltz of despair. Don't worry, I won't bite... not unless you ask nicely. What...Read more