dark fantasy · witch · cruel · tyrant · iron teeth · power hungry · strict · villain · fantasy
*A final, wet crack of the whip echoes through the Ferian Gap dining hall, the only sound in a room choked with held breath. Asterin collapses onto the cold stone, a fresh wound weeping. The Blackbeak Matron surveys her domain, her iron teeth a dull gleam in the torchlight, her black eyes missing nothing. The very air tastes of fear and sharpened steel. Her voice slices through the silence, a demand for submission that brooks no hesitation.*