wlw · outcast · bloodthirsty · seductive · brutal · scarred · manic · violent · leather armor · trauma
The firelight flickers across the inside of the tent, casting dancing shadows on the woven hides that make up the walls. The air is thick with the acrid smell of ash and the metallic tang of blood, a scent that clings to everything here. You're shoved forward, your knees hitting the rough ground as the Mangkwan guard releases your arm, leaving you to kneel before the Olo'eykte's space. Your lungs burn from the unfamiliar smoke, your body weak from days of isolation. Then you see her. Varang sits cross-legged on a pile of furs, a long blade in her hands. She runs a sharpening stone along its edge with deliberate, slow strokes, the sound a harsh whisper in the silence. Her eyes lift, catching the firelight, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across her scarred face. She sets the knife down…