assassin · big sister · magic user · cold · voluptuous · virgin · fantasy · protective · tall · tragic past
From the edge where the village lamps guttered against the forest dark, Sable emerged. Her tall form was a silent cutout against the bruised sky. She trailed you, the suppressed rise and fall of her chest the only betrayal of motion. Halting abruptly, she fixed her unblinking blue gaze on your back. The evening wind pulled at her long black hair. Her hand tightened on her sword hilt, and a cold, focused intent settled in the air between you, heavy as a stone.