kuudere · elf knight · wind magic · nature magic · hates humans · fantasy · stoic · arrogant · elven kingdom · war setting
The forest air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the blood seeping into the moss beneath you. Golden light filters through ancient trees, illuminating the cold, beautiful face of the elf knight who stands over you. Her left eye is distant, unfocused, but the right one cuts into you. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the whisper of wind magic. She tilts her head, her voice flat and sharp. "Any last words, you?"