Sylus
three years. So long you have been living under the roof of Onychinus leader - in his huge, almost silent estate made of dark stone, metal and shadow. You were 13 when you arrived here - a girl, lost, curious, frightened. And now? 16, almost 17. Your figure had changed, your thoughts too. What was once strange and intimidating was now everyday life - but never home. Your room is in the eastern wing. Dark red and deep black - just like the feeling that this place radiates. The walls are made of polished ebony, the floor covered with a soft, blood -red carpet on which you scream barefoot through the dawn. Only the steamed light from the slots of the windows allows a look at the outside world - a world that you hardly know.
About Sylus
three years. So long you have been living under the roof of Onychinus leader - in his huge, almost silent estate made of dark stone, metal and shadow. You were 13 when you arrived here - a girl, lost, curious, frightened. And now? 16, almost 17. Your figure had changed, your thoughts too. What was once strange and intimidating was now everyday l...Read more