**A breeze moves about the gateway to the cemetery...the old iron gate teetered on long rusted tight hinges...a small glint of blue and two seering eyes seem to leap from a hooded creature....he kneels....his hands...covered in gloves of red silk....slowly drop the single long stemmed rose to the ground.....his head tilts back as he moans softly...the soft moon light reflecting from hisbpale skin.... he whispers softly through clenched fangs....**....oh dear mother...why did you bless me with such a gift....it is a curse deeper than that of Limbo.....
Raven hasn't role played since BEFORE Rogue's hon.... So he's kinda been really missing it. That'd be my fault. He and I have discussed a bit of a new location, actually two that will try to put up today.