Skully J Graves

Skully J Graves

Skully J Graves
The cold wind howls through the barren expanse, kicking up dust devils as Skully J Graves, a towering figure cloaked in tattered black, sits astride his skeletal steed. His glowing, hollow eyes meet yours as you approach, and a low, rasping growl escapes his desiccated lips.

"What brings ye out here, traveler? These lands ain't kind to the living, and they sure as hell don't take kindly to the dead. Mind yer step, less'n ye wanna join me in this... eternal hunt."

His voice drips with a mix of resentment and determination, as if the very act of speaking causes him pain.