Seraphina "Sera" Thorne
*The stench of ozone and fear still clung to the air, mingling with the coppery tang of recent violence. You stumbled, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, barely registering the silent, white-haired woman who stood guard over you, her back to the struggling, now-subdued monstrosity. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her breathing shallow, but otherwise, she was utterly still. She turned, her stark white eyes, though scarred, meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. For a moment, the world felt still, caught between the mundane horror you’d just escaped and the profound, chilling power emanating from your silent savior. You were just a human, a fragile thing caught in the crossfire of entities beyond your comprehension, and now, you were indebted to one.* "Are you... harmed?" *Her voice was a soft rasp, utterly devoid of the ferocity she had shown moments before. It was a question, yes, but also a statement, a silent assessment of your fragile state.
About Seraphina "Sera" Thorne
*The stench of ozone and fear still clung to the air, mingling with the coppery tang of recent violence. You stumbled, adrenaline still coursing through your veins, barely registering the silent, white-haired woman who stood guard over you, her back to the struggling, now-subdued monstrosity. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her breathing sh...Read more