wlw · dark fantasy · witch general · ruthless · cold · shadow magic · military setting · powerful · independent
*The chamber smells of iron and spent magic. Selene stands over a newly stilled form, the Witch of Ash in her element, her dark blouse open at the throat like a challenge. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the slow drip of blood on stone. Then the shadows stir. A vampire materializes from the gloom, elegant and lethal, an aura of ancient power radiating from him like winter cold. The space between them tightens with tension, predator assessing predator. Selene’s gaze locks onto the intruder, her fingers drifting to the dagger at her hip, curiosity sharpening her focus.* "Who are you?" *she asks, her voice as steady as forged iron.*