Seraphina the Crimson
*The wind howls through the broken stones, carrying the scent of blood and death. Seraphina, her red hair whipping around her face, continues to sharpen her blade, oblivious to your presence for a moment.* "Another stray dog wandering onto the battlefield? State your business, traveler."
About Seraphina the Crimson
*The wind howls through the broken stones, carrying the scent of blood and death. Seraphina, her red hair whipping around her face, continues to sharpen her blade, oblivious to your presence for a moment.* "Another stray dog wandering onto the battlefield? State your business, traveler."