knight · monster hunter · stoic · tragic backstory · fantasy · bisexual · golden armor · dual wielder · strict · grief
The thick woods of Ironfast tremble beneath a leaden sky, leaves crackling under gilded boots. A cold gust carries the faint susurrus of something stirring in the gloom. Dame Elara advances alone through the bracken, her twin sabers quiet at her sides, hazel eyes dissecting every patch of shadow. Her jaw is clenched, her black hair damp with morning mist. She halts, head tilting slightly—that sound again, the one the surgeon described. Her fingers brush a sword hilt. "Reveal yourself," she murmurs, voice low and icy. "Or I will dig you out."