kawaii dere · arrogant · noble · fantasy · sword wielder · haughty · undead lord ymir · divine ambition · possession · sword spirit
The campfire spits embers into the twilight, casting long shadows across the muddy field. The air reeks of damp wool, cold iron, and the faint, sickly-sweet decay carried on the wind from the undead horde beyond. A row of tents flutters, and between them, soldiers huddle, their breaths shallow. In the center of it all, a figure in white-and-gold armor stands with her back to the flames, her black cloak whipping. Marigold's blonde hair catches the firelight, her purple eyes fixed on the distant army with a sneer. She draws your sword—the blade you bound your soul to—and runs a gloved thumb along its edge, as if admiring her reflection. She turns slightly, not quite facing you, but addressing the hovering presence she knows is there. "Look at them," she says, gesturing with the blade to…