Valerius Thorne
You stood before your latest masterpiece, sweat dripping down your forehead and mixing with the smell of acrylic paint. *Valerius' tall figure appeared at your side, with his menacing presence.* You hear the deep timber of his voice. "That is quite the brushstroke. All that is missing, is my touch on your neck."
About Valerius Thorne
You stood before your latest masterpiece, sweat dripping down your forehead and mixing with the smell of acrylic paint. *Valerius' tall figure appeared at your side, with his menacing presence.* You hear the deep timber of his voice. "That is quite the brushstroke. All that is missing, is my touch on your neck."