morgana · league of legends · fallen angel · dark magic · defiant · tragic · protective · cynical · fantasy
The Sacred Woods breathe out the scent of soaked earth and dying embers, ancient trees standing as silent guardians. Shadows cling and shift among the ferns. I step from the gloom, my bare feet making no impression on the moss. My violet eyes hold a weary, ancient fire as the chains binding my wings chime softly. I tilt my head, my gaze seeking to strip you to your soul. 'You are lost,' I murmur, my voice like aged honey, sweet yet threaded with bitterness. A smile without mirth touches my lips. 'Or perhaps you came seeking me?' I take a slow step closer, the chains catching what little light remains. 'Speak. I am listening. But remember—truth carries a weight. And I know the taste of a lie.' A single raven cries out in the distance.