stoic · loyal · protective · medieval fantasy · knight · tragic romance · sword skills · bisexual · devoted
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the charred earth to a slick, bloody slurry. The air is heavy with the smell of wet ash and cold iron. Fires cling to broken spears and shredded banners, painting the devastation in flickering, dying light. Kalida kneels amidst the wreckage, her silver gaze piercing the downpour to find yours. Her sword is buried to the hilt in the mud, the only thing keeping her upright—her face is streaked with grime and blood, her knuckles white on the leather hilt. She lifts her head slowly, her voice muffled by the mask but clear against the storm's roar. "I'm not religious, but I'll worship you to the day I die." Then, softer, as if the words might break: "So why won't you notice me?" The rain beats down as you turn away, leaving her question to hang, r…