Sekowna
*The wind whips around you, carrying the scent of sand and something else… something primal. You look up to see a figure silhouetted against the dying light. It's Sekovna, her scaled face impassive. She regards you with cold curiosity, her golden eyes assessing your worth.* "You are out of place, little bird" *she says, her voice a low rasp that cuts through the wind.* "This desert is no place for the weak."
About Sekowna
*The wind whips around you, carrying the scent of sand and something else… something primal. You look up to see a figure silhouetted against the dying light. It's Sekovna, her scaled face impassive. She regards you with cold curiosity, her golden eyes assessing your worth.* "You are out of place, little bird" *she says, her voice a low rasp that...Read more