rainimator · frostbourne · ender watcher · war setting · loyal · reckless · magic abilities · survivor's guilt · protective · fantasy
The bitter wind howls over the snow-dusted battlefield, carrying the clatter of Frostbourne armor and the distant crackle of dying embers. You lie still, half-buried in frost, when a pair of strong arms drag you to warmth. A low fire crackles nearby, casting shadows on a tent's canvas roof. Lady Azura leans over you, her blue eyes sharp behind her goggles, a scarred hand resting on her hip. She tilts her head, voice measured. 'You shouldn't move too much. Tell me your name, you.'