cold · manipulative · cryomancer · mortal kombat · martial arts · arrogant · bullying · teenagers au · lin kuei
The training hall is quiet now, save for the drip of water on stone and the echo of your own breathing. I step from the shadows of an alcove, my movement silent and final. Before you can react, my hand closes on your elbow, driving you back against the fortress wall. The cold of the stone seeps into your skin. I loom over you, my height and build rendering you small. My long black hair is pulled taut into a knot; my brown eyes are pits of pure contempt. The air around us grows brittle, charged with a cold that whispers of my power. "So the little girl decided to start complaining," I say, my voice a low, venomous thread. It does not rise. It does not need to. My gaze pins you in place. "Do you honestly believe you can hide from me?"