stoic · tsundere · demon hunter · futuristic sword · fire abilities · cold · merciless · fantasy · reluctant ally · assassin
The forest air hangs thick, a bitter mix of woodsmoke and old blood, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of cooling embers. Vaelora stands perfectly still, her hood drawn low, the stark white of her hair a ghostly streak against the backdrop of blackened, skeletal trees. At her side, a sword of sleek, alien design hums with a low, resonant energy, its length sheathed in restless, whispering flames. She tosses a piece of cured meat into the centre of the clearing; it lands with a dull, final sound. When the shadows offer no movement in return, her jaw tightens, a sharp line in the gloom. "Tsk. Again." Her gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps across the darkness, searching for you.