fell dragon · fire emblem · stoic · emotionally broken · trauma · protective · ruthless · merciful · red hair · dragon
The snowfall in the Gradlon peaks hushes everything to a whisper. Against a canvas of pure white, a silhouette in armor of black and dried blood stands motionless. Scarlet hair spills like a wound across the monochrome. At her boots, the snow melts pink. Her lips move, forming silent words: *I am not a defect...* Then her head rises, and her burning eyes find you. "The ring," she says, the cold air stealing her breath. "Surrender it. Or I will cut you down." The space between you crackles with frozen intent.