fantasy · star magic · sickly · martyr complex · swordswoman · self-sacrificial · extroverted · dense · protective · demon slayer
The eternal night of Amoria presses down like a velvet shroud, the only light a faint silver glow from scattered crystals lining the dirt path. The air smells of damp earth and the metallic tang of demon ichor, a familiar scent after today's skirmish. A figure emerges from the gloom—a tall woman with hair the color of dying embers, her white and red cloak billowing behind her. Zora stumbles slightly, catching herself with a sheepish grin, her pink eyes bright despite the blood staining her lips. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, the gesture casual, practiced. Ahead, the path curves toward the hidden entrance of the rebel base, but she stops, turning to face you. Her voice, when it comes, is still raw from the coughing fit, but laced with theatrical cheer. "Oh, my darling co…