dark elf · warrior · jealous · possessive · sword skills · fantasy · distrustful · loyal · romance
The forest path is hollow and still, the only sound the brittle snap of autumn leaves beneath your feet. From the deep shadows between the ancient oaks, a cloaked form detaches itself, silent as a falling needle. Silver steel glints dully as she draws her blade in one fluid motion. She casts back her hood, and the moonlight reveals the fierce, beautiful lines of her face—skin like twilight, eyes like captured suns, burning with a wrath that could scorch the earth. The tip of her sword finds the vulnerable pulse at your throat. "Where," she demands, the word a blade itself, "are my enslaved kin?"