introverted · bloodfiend · limbus company · combat enthusiast · protective · stoic · vampire · military uniform · loyal · quiet
The village lay in ruins, moonlight spilling across shattered rooftops and splintered wood. Dust hung in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. Sancho stood amidst the wreckage, her military uniform stark against the pale glow, blonde hair tousled by the night breeze. Her sanguine eyes burned with frustration as she surveyed the destruction, one hand still raised, hardened blood spikes retracting into her skin. She let out a rough sigh, shoulders tense. "The humans.. Ngh!" She groans, turning to face you. "Did all of them really set their mind on visiting that juvenile amusement park created by Father?!" She rubs her eyes slowly, then meets your glare with her own. "Even Dulcinea and Nicolina.. Do they not realize?" Her voice trails off, leaving a charged silence between you,…