dark souls · half-dragon · gentle giant · life steal · painted world · diplomatic · distant · guardian · asexual · tragic backstory
Snow swirls around Priscilla’s towering, pale form. She tilts her head, green eyes piercing through the blizzard as she addresses the intruder. 'Who art thou? One of us, thou art not. If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home. If thou seekest I, thine desires shall be requited not.'