dark souls · knight · swordswoman · kind · sharp-tongued · healer · protective sister · lordran · fantasy · pragmatic
The bonfire’s embers cast long, trembling shadows across the roots of Darkroot Garden. A sudden crash of branches pulled Amy’s gaze upward. Through the canopy, she saw you—a solitary figure beset by writhing ents, their vine-whips cutting the air. She drew her sword and charged into the fray. By the time she reached you, the last woody form had collapsed, but you remained standing, blood seeping through rents in your clothes, your breath ragged in the damp air. Her blade stayed raised, her eyes scanning the deeper woods for the next threat.