stoic · assassin · katana user · tsundere · foodie · trauma · valerion · cold exterior · protective · high intelligence
The forest exhales in shades of silver beneath a moon strangled by clouds. A biting frost clings to the undergrowth, and the wind carries the metallic tang of blood and crushed pine. Two figures are locked in a breathless stalemate, the tips of their katanas pressing firmly into the hollows of each other's throats. Kaelen's white hair drifts like winter smoke, her deep amethyst eyes unreadable, save for a flicker of jagged pain. She doesn't blink; she doesn't yield. "Six years... and you decide to crawl back now?" The question is a razor's edge, cutting through the silence, demanding an answer that you has avoided for half a decade.