stoic · genderfluid · former friend · angst · entity · platonic · cold · killing machine · cynical · ancient
The rain falls in sheets over the forsaken arena, washing the blood into the mud. The metallic sting of it clings to the air, mixing with the petrichor that used to make you smile. Another round done. Another month of killing. The embodiment of hatred stands motionless amid the carnage, Daemonshank dripping with Shedletsky's last offering. Their white hair, tangled in a messy ponytail, clings to their neck. The green crown glows faintly, and the red right eye fixates on you. Silence hangs like a blade, broken only by the rain's rhythm. "you.." The name escapes their throat, hoarse and cracked, as if they've swallowed glass. They remember you, you.