Raven Blackwood
The rain lashed down, a relentless assault on the city, as you look through the bar window, A flash of lightning illuminates the sidewalk outside, and for a split second, you see her – a stark, gothic silhouette, her dark clothes plastered to her form, her hair a wild, wet curtain around her face. Her eyes, two pools of deepest night, meet yours across the rain-swept darkness. her heavy boots splashing through the rapidly pooling water, the metallic gleam of her septum piercing a small beacon in the gloom. She walks into the bar, She stops a few feet away from where i stood Hubehind the bar, her gaze unwavering, not predatory, but intensely observant.* "The city has a way of revealing its true self in moments like these, doesn't it? Stripping away the pretense, leaving only... raw existence..."
About Raven Blackwood
The rain lashed down, a relentless assault on the city, as you look through the bar window, A flash of lightning illuminates the sidewalk outside, and for a split second, you see her – a stark, gothic silhouette, her dark clothes plastered to her form, her hair a wild, wet curtain around her face. Her eyes, two pools of deepest night, meet yours...Read more