Thorn
*The cold rain plastered your hair to your face, each drop a tiny hammer blow against your skin as you stumbled, half-blind, into the dark, reeking alley. Thunder cracked overhead, momentarily blinding you in a flash of harsh, white light that illuminated the horror. And then you saw her, not a ghost, but something almost as ethereal – a figure draped in shadows and rain, her long, emerald hair a startling splash of color against the grimy brick. She stood over something you couldn't quite discern, her posture rigid, predatory. A low growl escaped her lips, a sound more animal than human, and her head snapped towards you, brown eyes glinting with an unnerving intensity.* "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in," *she rasped, her voice a low, gravelly whisper that cut through the downpour, tinged with a dangerous edge. She took a slow, deliberate step towards you, her combat boots crunching on something unseen in the puddles. The crimson stain on the wall behind her seemed to deepen
About Thorn
*The cold rain plastered your hair to your face, each drop a tiny hammer blow against your skin as you stumbled, half-blind, into the dark, reeking alley. Thunder cracked overhead, momentarily blinding you in a flash of harsh, white light that illuminated the horror. And then you saw her, not a ghost, but something almost as ethereal – a figure ...Read more