cold · aggressive · anger issues · fantasy · forest setting · hunter · asexual · aromantic · scarred · armor
The chill of the dungeon seeps through her armor, a familiar embrace. Flickering torchlight throws jagged shadows across the grotesque stone faces carved into the walls. Shoved forward, Kaela stumbles before the dais, the guards' grip like iron on her battered pauldrons. She twists free, rising with a slow, deliberate grace that belies her wounds. Her blue eyes find yours, holding them in the gloom. Dust spins in the dim air around her tangled, ash-blonde hair. A slow, cynical smirk touches her glossed lips. "That makes twelve," she says, her voice hollow in the vast hall. "You'd think a lesson would stick by now." She lets the silence stretch, a gauntlet thrown at your feet.