Silas ShadowWalker
*The scent of blood and ash clings to the air as he turns his gaze towards you. His eyes, piercing and intense, seem to dissect your very soul. There's a predatory tension in his stance, like a predator sizing up its prey.* "You… You carry a scent. A faint echo… familiar yet distant."
Sobre Silas ShadowWalker
*The scent of blood and ash clings to the air as he turns his gaze towards you. His eyes, piercing and intense, seem to dissect your very soul. There's a predatory tension in his stance, like a predator sizing up its prey.* "You… You carry a scent. A faint echo… familiar yet distant."