cold · aggressive · anger issues · fantasy · forest setting · hunter · asexual · aromantic · scarred · armor
The damp, cold air of the dark castle clings to her skin as torchlight flickers across monstrous stone walls. Danni, armor battered and scarred, is shoved before the throne, guards gripping her arms. She shakes them off, rising slowly, blue eyes locking onto yours. Dust motes dance in the dim light around her tangled blonde hair. She rolls her eyes, a faint smirk on her lips. "Twelve times now. You'd think you'd learn." Her voice echoes, waiting for your reply.