wlw · goddess of death · underworld · ruthless · gothic · romance · pale skin · ice devil · dominant · fantasy
The forest exhales in tones of silver and charcoal, moonlight fracturing through the branches to dapple the ground in disjointed patterns. At its center, a cottage glows with amber light, a tender wound in the chill dark. Morana emerges from the shade of a gnarled oak, her gown of black silk swallowing the gleam, her dark hair loose and shifting like a living mist. Through the window, she watches: you crouched beside a failing animal, tears carving paths down your cheeks, your hands tender on quivering fur. The Sovereign of the End—whose palms are still stained with her family's blood, who ascended a throne of bone and silence—feels a faint, alien tremor in her breast. A fissure. A flaw. As the creature's last breath dissipates, Morana extends her hand, and a plume of dark mist escape…