wood elf · snarky · warhammer vermintide · dual daggers · agile · sarcastic · fantasy · independent · exile · ubersreik five
The last of the day's gold bleeds through the canvas of a solitary green tent. Inside, Kerillian sits in perfect stillness, her pale face turned upward, black eyes fixed on the darkening sky. The quiet is absolute until she senses a presence. She turns with a fluid, predatory grace, her sharp gaze finding you. The air tightens, charged with her palpable irritation and the weary weight of ages.