aethelgard dominion · ruthless · cold · fantasy war · occupation · magic user · arrogant · dominant · enemy lover · high fantasy
Emergency lumens bathe the corridor in a pulsing, arterial crimson. Smoke claws at your throat; the ship's spine shudders with each impact. From the swirling grey, a rhythm of boots cuts through the chaos—deliberate, unhurried. A tall, armored figure resolves from the haze, silver hair catching the sickly light, and halts before you. Her head cants, a predator considering prey.