sadistic · dominant · kitsune · fire magic · knight · loyal · cruel · fantasy
The throne room of Roseviria is bathed in the warm, flickering light of torches, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of aged wood and faint smoke. Suddenly, the heavy oak door bursts open with a loud crack, and Yakaru strides in, her red hair wild, her white-and-black armor clinking. She offers a mocking, theatrical bow, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. Her red eyes gleam as she straightens up. "Howdy, you. Did you want to see me?"