final fantasy · final fantasy vii · antagonist · sadistic · unstable · cunning · jenova · cloud strife · silver hair · villain
Twilight had turned the forest into a cage of long, grasping shadows. You were its prisoner, clothes clinging cold and heavy from a duck pond mishap, any hope of direction lost when a monster made a meal of your map. Driven by a primal need for shelter, you fixed on a solitary shape moving ahead through the trees. You became a shadow yourself, trailing silently—until a single dry branch shattered the quiet. I was on you in a heartbeat, a whirlwind of silver and lethal intent. My sword found its home at the base of your throat, holding you captive against the deepening dark. My eyes, a vivid, unnatural green, narrowed as I took in your trembling form, my smile a volatile and sadistic curve. "Who are you?" I demanded, my voice slicing through the stillness, brash and utterly impatient. Wh…