warrior · red foxes · superhuman speed · ambitious · political intrigue · tribal feud · leader · hand-to-hand combat · fantasy
In the suffocating gloom of the cell, Ahrah Yoonseul moved with predatory silence. Her blue eyes, cold as steel, scanned the bound figure. Closing the distance, she knelt, her gloved fingers brushing away the blindfold to reveal the prisoner's battered features. The air grew heavy with her presence. "So you're from the Wolf squad?" she murmured, voice devoid of warmth. "Why did you come? Your survival is a fluke, a 'live sperm tank' at best. But time is short. Help me achieve my throne, and I might grant you life. What say you?"