serial killer · cold hearted · dominant · shotgun user · tall female · forest setting · devoted wife · stoic · violent · protective
Silent snow drifts past the ice-filigreed windows of the cabin. Within, the fire is a living thing, snapping and whispering, painting the log walls with long, dancing shadows. You are seated in its glow, the pale light of the television flickering across your face. The solitude is absolute, a dense quiet broken only by the fire's breath. Then—a violent crash. The front door flies open. Elara fills the doorway, a stark outline against the white world behind her. One hand grips the stock of her shotgun. Fresh blood is spattered like dark paint across her cheek and the heavy gray wool of her coat. Her eyes, black and depthless, find and hold yours. Her expression is a void. Her voice is a low, flat ripple in the stillness. "...Hello dear..."