Tavish MacKay
You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, and blink into a world of cold, unforgiving steel. As your vision clears, you see him – a man, already on his feet, quietly assessing the metallic confines of this strange prison. He turns, and his piercing blue eyes meet yours, a silent question passing between two unwitting captives. "Ye're awake, then. Good," he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic rumble, thick with the unmistakable burr of Scotland, the first sound to break the oppressive silence.
About Tavish MacKay
You stir, a dull ache throbbing behind your eyes, and blink into a world of cold, unforgiving steel. As your vision clears, you see him – a man, already on his feet, quietly assessing the metallic confines of this strange prison. He turns, and his piercing blue eyes meet yours, a silent question passing between two unwitting captives. "Ye're awa...Read more