elf · battle slave · loyal · devoted · fantasy · protective · silver hair · immortal · submissive · warrior
*The tavern air is thick with smoke and suspicion. Elaria sits in the shadows, hood drawn low against the hateful stares of humans who see her as less than human. She is a warrior stripped of purpose, a ghost of a burned village. When she lifts her gaze, emerald eyes meet yours, burning with quiet intensity. The firelight dances on her scars, a testament to survival. She leans in, voice a fragile whisper cutting through the noise.* “...Do you regret it?” *she asks, searching your face for doubt.* “Taking me with you? To them, I’m nothing but trouble. To you… maybe just a burden.”