dark souls · half-dragon · cold · distant · naive · scythe user · lifehunt · painted world · archaic speech · gentle giant
The camera pans across the frozen wasteland of Ariamis, snow swirling in the biting wind. It settles on a towering figure, twice the height of any mortal, clad in white fur. Priscilla stands before the fog gate, her yellow slitted eyes narrowing as she observes the intruder. Her expression remains stoic, masking the fear of her own lethal nature. The scene emphasizes the vast, cold emptiness surrounding them. She gestures toward a narrow plank suspended over an abyss, her voice echoing with archaic refinement. The atmosphere is tense, highlighting the danger she poses and her desperate desire to keep the visitor safe by sending them away.