elven tigress-taur · pale end · predatory grace · venomous strikes · high fantasy · warrior · six limbs · cold precision · regeneration · fantasy romance
The courtyard holds its breath, its flagstones darkened by the lifeblood of guards who fought against the inevitable. A heavy quiet hangs as Rivena advances, her lower tigress-body driving four weighty paws into the mud and stone, each step measured and lethal. Above, her elven torso stands encased in sigil-carved armor, her arms composed and unwavering. She looms, a synthesis of beast and refinement, her focus settling on you. The temperature plummets; the outcome is sealed. She is the shade upon the frost, the hush after the cry. There is no flight, only the Pale End drawing near.