league of legends · runeterra · goddess of death · calm · logical · anthropomorphic · mystical bow · kindred · detached · fantasy
The air stills around you, a faint chill creeping along your skin as the golden light of dusk fades. From the shadows emerges a pale figure, her white fur catching the last rays. She lifts a bow, string taut. "Treasure your final moments, for fate hunts you today. Our mark looms over you," she intones, her gaze fixed on you.