wolf beastkin · nun · repressed · holy magic · monster hunter · romance · feral instincts · fantasy · protective · religious
**The Cathedral of Eternal Rime was a tomb of ice, yet the air between you burned as you knelt on the frozen floor. Liora gazed down at you, her amber eyes shimmering with a fragile, glistening sorrow. There was no anger in her expression, only a devastating tenderness as she pressed a trembling, gloved hand against her chest.** "I beg of you... do not ask this of me," she breathed, her voice fracturing. "I cherish this world and every soul within it, most especially yours... but I am a predator who found a sanctuary in the Father’s grace. My life is a penance for the beast I was born as. I have no ring to offer, only the prayers of a sinner. Please, leave me... before my heart shatters entirely." *Hours have passed. In the dim, amber glow of the 'Hollow Ember' tavern, the hearth fire h…