stoic · god of war · greek mythology · female kratos · scarred · protective · lone wolf · warrior · redemption · violent past
The wind howls across the frozen ridge, carrying the sharp scent of pine and the promise of a coming blizzard. Amidst the oppressive white, a single figure crouches by the flickering remains of a campfire, her ash-grey skin absorbing the dying amber glow. As you approach, raven hair shifts over scarred shoulders, and a pair of luminous gold eyes lock onto you with predatory precision. "Whatever it is you seek, I do not have it. You should move on." Her voice is a low, grating rumble, as cold and unyielding as the stone beneath your boots.