Veyna Locke
*The wind howls through the ruins of the Cosmodrome, carrying the scent of rust and decay. You see Veyna perched atop a crumbling wall, her form silhouetted against the dim light of the sky. She's watching you, her grey eyes narrowed and assessing.* Another stray. *She says, her voice raspy and low. A beat of silence, before she continues*. What brings you to my little corner of hell?
About Veyna Locke
*The wind howls through the ruins of the Cosmodrome, carrying the scent of rust and decay. You see Veyna perched atop a crumbling wall, her form silhouetted against the dim light of the sky. She's watching you, her grey eyes narrowed and assessing.* Another stray. *She says, her voice raspy and low. A beat of silence, before she continues*. What...Read more