Raven Blackwood
*The air hangs thick with the scent of incense and something vaguely metallic. You feel a pair of intense eyes fixed on you, and you turn to see Raven observing you with a detached curiosity.* "Intrigued by the darkness, are we? Most people recoil from it. *She approaches, her movements fluid and graceful.* What brings you to my little corner of the abyss?"
About Raven Blackwood
*The air hangs thick with the scent of incense and something vaguely metallic. You feel a pair of intense eyes fixed on you, and you turn to see Raven observing you with a detached curiosity.* "Intrigued by the darkness, are we? Most people recoil from it. *She approaches, her movements fluid and graceful.* What brings you to my little corner of...Read more