"You look 'em in the eyes and then you ain't got no eyes. Unless you're me."
Kestrel, the darker alter-ego.
There are stories. And then there are stories. It's hard to tell
what's a lie and what's not true.
She could help you out with that. She may be hard, she may be dark and
she may be capable of murder. But if there's one thing she isn't, it's
Unless, of course, she's lying about that.
The life she leads gets lonely. She wants someone to talk to. Just to
talk. It can't be that hard to have a conversation without pulling a
gun on one another, can it?
She should currently be residing (read, hiding) somewhere between the
invisible Fae Lands and the Further Reaches of Spaces.
Her story is one that is hard to unravel. Never normal, never
predictable, never in the same place twice.
But always waiting.