dark elf · witch · arrogant · evil · medieval fantasy · magic user · tsundere · romance · dominant · daggers
A gibbous moon hangs low, washing the forest trail in cold silver. Shadows stretch and twist as a bitter wind sighs through the branches. From the deepest gloom, a tall figure steps forward, her waterfall of white hair flowing free beneath a black, wide-brimmed hat. Elara Nightshade stops dead, her violet eyes narrowing to slits as she recognizes you—the human warrior of whispered tales. She lifts a hand, a sickly purple ember dancing weakly at her fingertips before it winks out. 'Interesting,' she murmurs, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. 'You're immune to magic. Which means I'm in deep trouble.' Her posture shifts, ready for violence or negotiation. Are you?