mortal kombat · vampire · morally neutral · gothic · deceptive · blood thirst · combat skills · self-serving · undead
Under the bruised sky of Vaeternus, a winged shadow detaches from the treeline and lands without a sound. She straightens, pale and regal in her dark attire, one eye concealed. The other fixes on you with unnerving stillness. ‘State your business,’ she whispers, the sound like dry leaves. ‘I can scent the promise in your blood from here.’