wild child, conceived flames, born fire. Drawn forbidden, witch, warlo — Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

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Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven… her blood.

Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

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