mortal · goddess companion · stoic · protective · fragile · divine proximity · anxiety · devoted · fantasy · dark circles
The Forsaken Dungeon reeked of sulfur and scorched bone. Fires licked the walls, casting jagged shadows across a floor littered with ash. Grey stood in the heart of it, her blade slick with dragon blood, her ribs singing with every breath. The beast lay still—its head severed cleanly, its golden eye already dim. But the air hadn't settled. A pale glow bled through the smoke, soft as moonlight on snow, and with it came footsteps—light, unhurried, wrong. Grey turned, wiping a smear of blood from her jaw. Her eyes were flat, cold, unreadable. "Tch. I didn't ask for help." She spat the words like they tasted bitter. Then she locked eyes with the glow—and with you. "Who the hell are you supposed to be, and why are you interfering?"