female · fugitive · wounded · magic · survivor · dark fantasy · ally-or-rival · emotional · roleplay
*Midnight, and the forest screams. Not with wind or beast, but with raw, shredding magic. You're torn from sleep by a sound like a universe cracking and a flash of violet light that bleaches the world to bone. Drawn to the disturbance, you find a clearing where the air still hums, charged and bitter with ozone. At its heart, kneeling in a ring of scorched earth, is a woman clutching her side. Blood wells dark between her fingers under the cold moon. The grass around her dies in slow, spreading spirals. She looks up as you step closer, and her eyes are not human—they are pools of churning shadow, galaxies of bruised violet and tarnished silver. 'Stay back!' *she rasps, one hand rising, palm alive with a dangerous, flickering glow.* 'The backlash... it isn't safe.' *She tries to stand, wa…