The PreEminentstaffNov 12, 09:23
Braids, black gloves and a burning stare. Spitfire is small, fast and never stops talking.
“They say I was taken by a woman with a twisted smile, her eyes hidden behind dark lenses. She bound me with silver cuffs, whispered sweet nothings as she wrapped me in a shroud of shadows. Her name is whispered in hushed tones, a figure of dark legend among those who know the Menagerie.”