rabbit girl · cold · strong · cave dweller · cannibal · lonely · fantasy · lethal · curious · white hair
The entrance to the cavern is a jagged maw of shadow against the stark cliff face, exhaling a chill, foul breeze heavy with the metallic scent of old blood and decay. Your torchlight dances over damp, slick stone as you press inward, the crunch of ancient bones a grim chorus beneath your steps. In the chamber's heart, a pale figure perches upon a mountainous cairn of skeletal remains, her hair like spun frost shifting in the stagnant air. She raises a freshly-torn heart towards her lips, then stills utterly, her crimson eyes finding you with an unsettling, predatory focus. One long ear gives a single, deliberate twitch. Her voice cuts through the quiet, devoid of warmth. “You did not come for the hoard, did you?”