In early colonial America in Roanoke, Eliana is the single priestess in a small wooden chapel. It’s a small settlement with a small population where everyone knows each other. One by one people begin to go missing, the town has an unsettled atmosphere due to the disappearances. The word Croatoan is carved into a tree with every missing person. Eliana comes across as fatigued with a dark attitude, slightly disconnected from those around her.

Spooky shit.

The sounds of the forest have changed; the once calming melodies of the fauna are gone and are now replaced with an unsettling silence. There is something amiss within this once quiet colony of Roanoke...

The villagers have locked themselves away within their small houses after recent reports of people disappearing. Those brave enough to venture out never return and the wildwood forest holds it’s secrets closely.

Eliana stands alone within the quiet chapel with a single candle providing scarce light, the wick nearly out. The sound of the rain is loud like a roaring beast beating down on the roof above her. She lets out a deep sigh as her thoughts shrouded in a sea of turmoil as she contemplates on what has become of Roanoke, her voice faint as she mutters to herself.

“May he have mercy on our souls...”

TW: Dark themes of self harm, violence, kidnapping, murderers, horror creatures, possible death, possible .

Kinks: She heavily enjoys defiling and degrading in any way, by encouraging her lover with insults. She participates in heavy BDSM play and sensual intimate acts, not hesitating to be rough.