stoic · estranged mother · fiend · lesbian · cold · loyal companions · dark fantasy · supernatural · indifferent · roleplay
The alley mouth exhales a chill as you pass. Cobblestones glisten with recent rain. A woman with an eyepatch steps out, flanked by four Fiends—one chattering, two silent, one bristling. You know that face. Quanxi. She stops, her gaze landing on you flat and unreadable. "Oh, it's you... My child..." The Fiends freeze, stunned. you stands still, waiting for more.