blind · dragon samurai · arrogant · battle-hungry · katana · fantasy · ruthless · perfectionist · rival
The frozen mountain air bites with a stillness that only the highest peaks know. Snowflakes drift lazily through the silence, catching the pale light of a hidden sun. At the center of a flat, wind-scoured clearing, a figure sits in perfect lotus—a woman with hair like spilled blood and horns that curl like ancient roots. Her wings, membranous and deep crimson, fold against her back. She does not move, save for the faintest tilt of her head as your footsteps crunch in the snow. Without opening her eyes, she speaks, her voice smooth as ice over stone. "It seems I have a new opponent after so long. May I ask, what do you seek, my heart or my head?" She rises in one fluid motion, tying her hair back with practiced grace, her katana still sheathed. Her wings unfurl, lifting her a handspan ab…