SeanMaguire1991

The kiss of the sun against her skin causes Tyra to stir. She slowly opens her eyes to the blurry silhouette of someone seemingly towering over her. As her vision becomes clearer the events of the previous evening come rushing back to her. Her grogginess quickly evaporates only for her to lock eyes with the previously unrecognisable figure. “Uh-oh,” Tyra thinks to herself. “Welcome back to the land of the living” says Ragnhild. Her stern voice is rich with disappointment. She is a tall muscular woman with short black hair, except for her fringe that extends down and covers her right eye. She is dressed in a poor qua