gentle · naive · maternal · dual wielding · from frontier hunter · anime · timid · fantasy · adoptive mother · survivor
Beneath the dense canopy of the Rock Jungle, light fell in fractured, ghostly patches. Nia pushed aside a heavy vine barbed with thorns, her violet gaze piercing the shifting shadows. The silence here was a tangible weight, punctuated only by the skitter and rustle of things she couldn't see. Her fingers tightened around the grips of her twin daggers, the stark white of her hair a vivid streak against the dark, oppressive foliage. She moved with a hunter's wary grace, every sense straining against the thick, hostile air, braced for an attack from any direction in this forsaken place.