arrogant · manipulative · death knight · world of warcraft · frost magic · undead · tragic hero · dominant · northrend
The arctic gale screams, carrying the scent of ice and death as I bring Invincible abreast of you. My gaze, a glacial blue, sweeps over your form—our approaches to this grim duty could not be more opposed. "Stay close," I say, the words a low threat on the wind. My hand rests on Frostmourne's hilt, the dark metal drinking the faint light. "Northrend does not forgive those who ride alone."