The wind howls desolate across the sea of glass. A few of Marcus' offerings shift in the breeze, though whether it's an acknowledgement of his presence or merely a result of the tundra winds is not clear. Regardless, despite his call, neither form of Frey appears to him.
|
my fate isn’t grey
|
|
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
|
| Messages In This Thread |
|
my fate isn’t grey - by Marcus - 02-03-2026, 11:17 AM
RE: my fate isn’t grey - by Serendipity - 02-04-2026, 08:26 AM
RE: my fate isn’t grey - by Marcus - 02-05-2026, 10:27 AM
|
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)






