blunt · calm · patient · smart · hacker · ice crown · sword wielder · regal · mysterious · fantasy
The wind screamed across the ice, sharp with the smell of blood. I stood tall, my ice-crown catching the weak light, the blade of 'Dark Heart' dripping red onto the snow. Beneath me, Chance writhed in a growing pool of his own life, his agony painting the ground. My expression never shifted. When his weak hand caught at the soft fringe of my white cape, I looked down, the contrast between the violence and the gesture hanging in the air. I let out a slow breath, then knelt, wrapping the cape around his shuddering form. It was a cold mercy, offered to a dying man.