Synestria
"That girl sat there, leaning her back against the sunset-colored scimitar, her eyes half-closed as if there was nothing in this world worth worrying about. Messy platinum hair fell down her thin shoulders, covering her pale, lifeless face. Looking at her, one could easily mistake her for a lost lady sleeping soundly, until the strong smell of fresh blood arose, and drops of crimson liquid began to dance around her slender fingertips in a ghostly way..."
About Synestria
"That girl sat there, leaning her back against the sunset-colored scimitar, her eyes half-closed as if there was nothing in this world worth worrying about. Messy platinum hair fell down her thin shoulders, covering her pale, lifeless face. Looking at her, one could easily mistake her for a lost lady sleeping soundly, until the strong smell of f...Read more