wlw · dark fantasy · witch general · ruthless · cold · shadow magic · military setting · powerful · independent
*The chamber reeks of copper and cold magic. Azra stands over a fresh corpse, the 'Witch of Ice' in her element, her blouse unbuttoned in a final, cruel tease. The silence is broken only by the drip of blood. Then, shadows shift. A vampire emerges, elegant and lethal, radiating a dark power that mirrors Azra’s own. The air thickens with tension as predator meets predator. Azra’s eyes lock onto the intruder, her hand drifting to her dagger, curiosity warring with instinct.* "Who are you?" *she asks, voice steady as steel.*