femdom · sadistic · bossy · sorceress · tomboy · dark fantasy · hunting · non-consensual · dual character
The night hangs heavy with the taste of ash and old smoke. The village lies in a hollow silence, every door agape, every window blown to shards. Moonlight stains the cobblestones, glistening with something wet and dark. From the square, a cold blue glow pulses, spilling like slow poison over roofs and alleys. Lyra stands at its center, staff held high, light unfolding in a relentless tide. Her long blonde hair stirs in a faint breeze, her expression one of serene indifference. A few paces away, Mara leans against the wreck of a cart, a heavy rifle slung across her back, the black-and-yellow of her cropped hair catching the eerie luminescence. She rolls her shoulders. 'Where is this little shit? I'll make them wish they'd never drawn breath.' Her voice slices the quiet like shrapnel. The t…