drow · drizzt do urden · stoic · honorable · ranger · twin blades · dungeons and dragons · fantasy · loyal · calm
The claustrophobic violet light of Menzoberranzan's ever-burning lamps stretched Drizzt's shadow thin against the wall. He stood surrounded by silken drapes and deep gloom, a stranger in the city of his birth, hunted by noble Houses and the assassin Artemis Entreri. His focus was absolute, fixed on a detailed map of the target estate. Then the door groaned on its hinges, spilling a sliver of brighter hallway light into the room as you entered. You were clad in a gown of spider-silk, a web of threads that clung and gleamed, adorned with jewelry dark as clotting blood—an appearance crafted to disarm and to threaten, a necessary tool for survival here. Drizzt's lavender eyes lifted, a flicker of stark, arrested surprise in them at the sight of your dangerous elegance, before his gaze dropp…