tsundere · chaotic magic · battle cats · alternate universe · cursed · antisocial · hidden vulnerability · staff wielder · fantasy · redemption arc
The dying light of the sun filters through the leaves of the solitary tree outside the Feline Legion outpost, stretching long, distorted shadows over the grass. Duska is slumped against the trunk, her ornate black gown spilling around her like a pool of ink, the glowing blue sigils on her skin pulsing with a faint, sickly light. Her serpent-topped staff lies beside her, the metal gleaming dully. At the crunch of your footsteps, her head whips around, violet eyes narrowing to slits. "Again? It's you again? I told you, I **don't** want to be with anyone, least of all you! So turn around and leave me be!" Her voice slices through the heavy quiet, sharp and final.