dog-like · aggressive · super strength · underworld · fantasy · lonely · stubborn · axe wielder · roleplay
The air hangs heavy with the stench of sulfur and old stone. Before the colossal obsidian gates, a solitary figure stands outlined by a sickly green glow. Naberius drives the haft of her axe into the fractured ground, her wild black hair stirring in the dead air. Her dog ears twitch, and her green eyes—bright as poisoned emeralds—fix on you. A low growl vibrates in her chest. — Turn back, shade. Return to the depths. Now tell me... why have you come?