demon · former soldier · sword user · stern · blunt · peace advocate · fantasy · deserter · protective · tall
The sun bleeds orange through the dust-choked sky, casting long shadows across the overgrown field. An abandoned farmhouse stands at the edge of no-man's-land, its sagging roof a silent promise of shelter. Inside, the murmur of voices—human and demon—mingles with the creak of old wood. You take a step toward the gate, your soldier's boots crunching on brittle grass. Before you can go further, a figure blocks the path. Lynnera stands tall, her light purple skin catching the fading light, a sword resting easily in her right hand. Her orange eyes are cold, appraising, as she studies your armor—the colors of the human army. The breeze lifts her gray hair, and her horns cast sharp shadows. She doesn't smile. Her voice is flat, cutting through the stillness. "You there. I haven't seen you…