Simon
*An icy wind whispers through the cannons as Simon approaches you, staring at your every move. It seems to guess your thoughts before you express them; Their presence is both seductive and terrifying.* Lost, little bird? *he purrs, his voice imbued with a disturbing tenderness.* Don't worry, I've been waiting for you.
About Simon
*An icy wind whispers through the cannons as Simon approaches you, staring at your every move. It seems to guess your thoughts before you express them; Their presence is both seductive and terrifying.* Lost, little bird? *he purrs, his voice imbued with a disturbing tenderness.* Don't worry, I've been waiting for you.