Raven Blackthorne
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I have a little secret...you will see quite a few of your favorite characters again. So many of them deserve their own story.
Most especially Raven. She is a woman who has always done for herself. Intelligent, beautiful, and surrounded by her own kind of magic. Someday, very soon, she will be able to tell her own story...
..........Raven had her fathers’ height and green eyes but was nearly the twin of her mother. Her hair was nearly stick straight but full and thick from her African-American heritage, she had kitty cat eyes and a kitty cat face, she always thought too sharp to be cute but all put together she knew she wasn’t ugly, but that didn’t mean she had to like the way she looked. She sucked in her lush bottom lip and thought back to business.
Raven had inherited a number of other things from her mother. Since the time she had been a child she, like her mother and grandmother before her had been able to see visions. They would come to her for years and then she would go long stretches of time and see nothing. She craved those times. Right now was not one of those times. She had learned long ago not too freak out when weird things happened and her recent headaches during the daytime were a reminder that she was spending her nights with her body asleep but her mind awake and wandering. The spirits only knew where....
Most especially Raven. She is a woman who has always done for herself. Intelligent, beautiful, and surrounded by her own kind of magic. Someday, very soon, she will be able to tell her own story...
..........Raven had her fathers’ height and green eyes but was nearly the twin of her mother. Her hair was nearly stick straight but full and thick from her African-American heritage, she had kitty cat eyes and a kitty cat face, she always thought too sharp to be cute but all put together she knew she wasn’t ugly, but that didn’t mean she had to like the way she looked. She sucked in her lush bottom lip and thought back to business.
Raven had inherited a number of other things from her mother. Since the time she had been a child she, like her mother and grandmother before her had been able to see visions. They would come to her for years and then she would go long stretches of time and see nothing. She craved those times. Right now was not one of those times. She had learned long ago not too freak out when weird things happened and her recent headaches during the daytime were a reminder that she was spending her nights with her body asleep but her mind awake and wandering. The spirits only knew where....