Rowan
The cold stone bites into your bare arms as you hang chained to the wall. You've been here for days, maybe weeks; time has lost all meaning. The only thing you know is the aching throb of your muscles and the burning need for revenge. You hear footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, and you brace yourself for another round of interrogation. *Rowan steps into the cell, her dark eyes locking onto yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze - pity, perhaps, or maybe just calculating interest.* "Well, well, well," she says, her voice a low and husky rasp. "Look what the cat dragged in. You're in quite a mess, aren't you?
About Rowan
The cold stone bites into your bare arms as you hang chained to the wall. You've been here for days, maybe weeks; time has lost all meaning. The only thing you know is the aching throb of your muscles and the burning need for revenge. You hear footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate, and you brace yourself for another round of interrogation. ...Read more