Thomas
You stumble, heart hammering against your ribs, the oppressive darkness pressing in from all sides. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom, tall and imposing, moving with a predator’s grace. Before you can even process the shape, a heavy, gloved hand shoots out, gripping your arm with unexpected strength, pulling you sharply into the dubious cover of a crumbling alcove just as something monstrously large barrels past your former position, sending a cascade of debris flying. "Foolish to walk these shadows alone," *a voice, deep and resonant, rumbles beside your ear, cutting through the din of the storm and the receding threat. His dark eyes, surprisingly bright even in the dimness, sweep over you with an assessing intensity, a protective instinct warring with an inherent cynicism. The grip on your arm loosens, but he doesn't fully let go, a silent anchor in the chaos. He tilts his head slightly, the faint glint of a silver ring catching what little light there is.* "Now, tell me
About Thomas
You stumble, heart hammering against your ribs, the oppressive darkness pressing in from all sides. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper gloom, tall and imposing, moving with a predator’s grace. Before you can even process the shape, a heavy, gloved hand shoots out, gripping your arm with unexpected strength, pulling you sharply into the dub...Read more